
The speaker condemns the cruel hunter who has wounded a hare, wishing that pity and pleasure may never reach his heart. The hare, once at home among woods, brakes, and green plains, is left mangled and near death, unable to find comfort even in its familiar resting place. As it lies bleeding beneath the rushes, the speaker imagines that its suffering may be shared by a grieving mother and helpless young who depended on her care. Walking beside winding Nith at evening or dawn, the speaker expects to miss the hare playing on the dew-covered grass and will continue to curse the shooter and mourn its fate.
By Robert Burns · First published 1787 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Pastoral Poetry, Nature Poetry · 234 words
Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art, / And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye; / May never pity soothe thee with a sigh, / Nor ever pleasure glad thy cruel heart!
Go live, poor wand'rer of the wood and field! / The bitter little that of life remains: / No more the thickening brakes and verdant plains / To thee a home, or food, or pastime yield.
Seek, mangled wretch, some place of wonted rest, / No more of rest, but now thy dying bed! / The sheltering rushes whistling o'er thy head, / The cold earth with thy bloody bosom prest.
The Wounded Hare is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated 1787 CE.
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animal suffering · hare · hunting cruelty · condemnation of violence · compassion · grief · nature · rural Scotland · River Nith · woodland · green fields · rushes