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Twilight, a timid fawn, went glimmering by, / And night, the dark blue hunter, followed fast: / Ceaseless pursuit and flight were in the sky, / But the long chase had ceased for us at last.
We watched together while the driven fawn / Hid in the golden thicket of the day: / We from whose hearts pursuit and flight were gone / Knew on the hunter's breast her refuge lay.