“For our white and our excellent nights…”

For  our white  and  our  excellent  nights—for  the  nights  of swift running,
      Fair ranging, far seeing, good hunting, sure cunning!
For  the  smells  of  the  dawning,  untainted,  ere  dew  has departed!
For the rush through the mist, and the quarry blind-started!
         For the cry of our mates when the sambhur has wheeled and is standing at bay!
         For the risk and the riot of night!
            For the sleep at the lair-mouth by day!
                    It is met, and we go to the fight. Bay!  O bay!