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