The Fawn
Edna St. Vincent Millay
1892 to 1950
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Of those clear eyes;
Was it alarm, or was it the wind of my fear lest he
On his new legs, between the stems of the white
The child of the doe, the dappled child of the deer.
I would have given more than I care to say
believe,
Or the root beneath his forest bed,
trees?
Surely his mother had never said, "Lie here
And never retrieve.
A part of the forest, seen without surprise.
Asleep on the moss, his head on his polished cleft
depart
His eyes had opened; he considered me.
That jerked him to his jointy knees,
And sent him crashing off, leaping and stumbling
There it was I saw what I shall never forget
Might I have had the acceptance, not the love
To thrifty ears, might I have had him for my friend
He lay, yet there he lay,
small ebony hoves,
On the green moss lay he.
Monstrous and beautiful to human eyes, hard to
Might I have been for him in the bough above
Till I return," so spotty and plain to see
One moment only of that forest day: