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