Refuge by George William Russell — Read

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.