<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fawn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There it was I saw what I shall never forget<br>And never retrieve.<br>Monstrous and beautiful to human eyes, hard to<br> believe,<br>He lay, yet there he lay,<br>Asleep on the moss, his head on his polished cleft<br> small ebony hoves,<br>The child of the doe, the dappled child of the deer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Surely his mother had never said, &quot;Lie here<br>Till I return,&quot; so spotty and plain to see<br>On the green moss lay he.<br>His eyes had opened; he considered me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would have given more than I care to say<br>To thrifty ears, might I have had him for my friend<br>One moment only of that forest day:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Might I have had the acceptance, not the love<br>Of those clear eyes;<br>Might I have been for him in the bough above<br>Or the root beneath his forest bed,<br>A part of the forest, seen without surprise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it alarm, or was it the wind of my fear lest he<br> depart<br>That jerked him to his jointy knees,<br>And sent him crashing off, leaping and stumbling<br>On his new legs, between the stems of the white<br> trees?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edna+St.+Vincent+Millay">Edna St. Vincent Millay</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374668" data-title="The Fawn de Edna St. Vincent Millay" data-description="There it was I saw what I shall never forget And never retrieve. Monstrous and beautiful to human eyes, hard to believe, He lay, yet there he lay, Asleep on the moss, his head on his polished cleft small ebony hoves, The child of the doe, the da..."></div> </div> </div>

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