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/ See! the milk-white doe is wounded. / He will follow as it bounds / Through the woods. His horn has sounded. / Echoing, for his men and hounds. / But no answering bugle blew. / He has lost his retinue / For the shapely deer that bounded / Past him when his bow he drew.
/ Not one hound or huntsman follows. / Through the underbrush and moss / Goes the slot; and in the hollows / Of the hills, that he must cross, / He has lost it. He must fare / Over rocks where she-wolves lair; / Wood-pools where the wild-boar wallows; / So he leaves his good steed there.