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A Doe At Evening

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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?      IRSCHENHAUSEN

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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...."

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