Horn at hip went my love riding riding the echo down into the silver dawn.
As we learn more about the rider, she starts to sound suspiciously like a traditional deer hunter. Hunters usually ride with hounds in mythic poetry, and they often carry horns to alert other hunters when their hounds are onto a scent. Check out our "Best of the Web" for links to Diana, goddess of the hunt, for a good sense of what that might look like.
And in case we doubted just who was out hunting the deer, we have our answer now. The love that our speaker is so enamored with is also a hunter, out to get the merry deer. Things are getting just a little bit complicated, huh?
Although this section seems to pick up the pattern of lines 1-3, when the speaker starts to set the scene at the beginning of the poem, notice how lines 12 and 13 don't begin with prepositions. We've moved beyond setting a scene. Now we're in the action.
Want to know how? Well, for starters, line 12 starts with a verb, "riding."
But hold on a second—the speaker's love isn't exactly hunting the deer… yet. In fact, she's just chasing an echo—the kind that sounds crystal-clear in the early morning air. That's pretty harmless, right? It's kind of charming, even. So, why are we starting to feel just a little bit uncomfortable? Let's keep reading.