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A wounded deer leaps highest, / I've heard the hunter tell; / 'T is but the ecstasy of death, / And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes, / The trampled steel that springs; / A cheek is always redder / Just where the hectic stings!
Mirth is the mail of anguish, / In which it cautions arm, / Lest anybody spy the blood / And "You're hurt" exclaim!