Once, in my youth, at the forest's edge, I came upon a twelve antlered stag, Standing proud and calm he looked at me. I held my little brother by the hand As this force of beauty gazed at us. It was the rutting time of year. My brother, 5, greeted him, “Hi deer.” and there we stood silent. Minutes passed slowly and with a bow Of his huge head, his stately form Retreated into the green wood.
Poems Undated (1727)
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