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First Line: He was so shy when I first wooed his glance
Last Line: And by what huntsman's weapon shall I die?
Subject(s): Squirrels


He was so shy when I first wooed his glance. . . .
A rustle of the leaves and he was gone;
But from some sanctuary, dim, withdrawn,
I knew he watched my circumspect advance
With bright, distrustful eyes. His vigilance
The second day relaxed, and once at dawn
I found him frisking on my rustic lawn:
Thereafter we were friends by ordinance.

I hope he knows, wherever now he plays,
It was not I betrayed him utterly:
Bleeding and torn at last I saw him lie. . . .
My little friend! . . . before a huntsman's gaze.
Dead, in the wood, there is a riven tree. . . .
And by what huntsman's weapon shall I die?





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