The Death of the Hare
William Butler Yeats - Non-Music, Lyric Poem (Literature)
The Death of the Hare
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I have pointed out the yelling pack, The hare leap to the wood, And when I pass a compliment Rejoice as lover should At the drooping of an eye, At the mantling of the blood. Then suddenly my heart is wrung By her distracted air And I remember wildness lost And after, swept from there, Am set down standing in the wood At the death of the hare.
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- William Butler Yeats