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As I went through the marshes / a doe sprang out of the corn / and flashed up the hill-side / leaving her fawn.
On the sky-line / she moved round to watch, / she pricked a fine black blotch / on the sky.
I looked at her / and felt her watching; / I became a strange being. / Still, I had my right to be there with her,
Her nimble shadow trotting / along the sky-line, she / put back her fine, level-balanced head. / And I knew her.
Ah yes, being male, is not my head hard-balanced, / antlered? / Are not my haunches light? / Has she not fled on the same wind with me? / Does not my fear cover her fear?
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