“Green wind from the green-gold branches, what is the song you bring?
What are all songs for me, now, who no more care to sing?
Deep in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to me still,
But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.”

— William Sharp (writer)

Poem The Lonely Hunter.

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Scottish writer 1855–1905

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