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Ezra Pound - The White Stag
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I ha` seen them `mid the clouds on the heather.
Lo! they pause not for love nor for sorrow,
Yet their eyes are as the eyes of a maid to her lover,
When the white hart breaks his cover
And the white wind breaks the morn.

‘`Tis the white stag, Fame, we`re a-hunting,
Bid the world`s hounds come to horn!’
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