Home is the hunter.

[emandvee]

Does anyone know the poem in which this is the first line? Thankx, Marj

[Quizmonster]

I wonder whether you mean Robert Louis Stevenson's poem 'Requiem. Here it is; note especially the last two lines:

Under the wide and starry sky

Dig the grave and let me lie:

Glad did I live and gladly die,

And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you 'grave for me:

Here he lies where he long'd to be;

Home is the sailor, home from the sea,

And the hunter home from the hill.

[LeMarchand]

There's a similar poem by AE Houseman called "Home is the Sailor" (apologies if I messed up the HTML): Home is the sailor, home from sea:
Her far-borne canvas furled
The ship pours shining on the quay
The plunder of the world.

Home is the hunter from the hill:
Fast in the boundless snare
All flesh lies taken at his will
And every fowl of air.

'Tis evening on the moorland free,
The starlit wave is still:
Home is the sailor from the sea,
The hunter from the hill.

[emandvee]

Thankkyou so much for that, please forgive the delay, I was visited by Mr. Mydoom! thank Heavens for AVs>