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SANCTA SILVARUM by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON

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First Line: THROUGH THE FRESH WOODS THERE FLEET
Last Line: THESE MAY BE RIGHT.
Subject(s): DEER;
III

THROUGH the fresh woods there fleet
Fawns, with bright eyes, light feet:
Bright eyes, and feet that spurn
The pure green fern.

Headed by leaping does,
The swift procession goes
Through thickets, over lawns:
Followed by fawns.

Over slopes, over glades,
Down dells and leafy shades,
Away the quick deer troop:
A wildwood group.

Under the forest airs,
A life of grace is theirs:
Courtly they look; they seem
Things of a dream.

Some say, but who can say:
That a charmed troop are they:
Once youths and maidens white!
These may be right.



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