Saav's Lament
Nora Hopper Chesson
1871 to 1906
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O little fawn, it's long you've strayed away,
It's near the break of day:
Long I've been you by hill and hollow —
My voice feet will you not rise and follow,
O fawn?
O little fawn, they say a sheogue you
Long since and far away —
Oh! hearken now my calling, nor delay!
It's near break of day,
When fawn and doe should in the long grass!
Take heed, for there many a darkling pass
Betwixt us, many snares will beset you,
O little fawn!
O fawn, there are no grasses growing
More sweet crop than these:
Not any sown round Niam's palaces.
Arise, O little fawn, leave thy gold prison,
And come to me ere yet the sun is risen:
Ere yet the red wind on his way going,
O little fawn!
O little fawn, you have forgotten
These many, many years:
beneath her spells your eyes have grown
Unused tears,
Yet, fear me, Niam, since I seek own-
My own will come to me: my first-begotten,
My little fawn!