<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386587" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The archers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stripped to the waist, his copper-coloured skin <br>Red from the smouldering heat of hate within, <br>Lean as a wolf in winter, fierce of mood-- <br>As all wild things that hunt for foes, or food-- <br>War paint adorning breast and thigh and face, <br>Armed with the ancient weapons of his race, <br>A slender ashen bow, deer sinew strung, <br>And flint-tipped arrow each with poisoned tongue,-- <br>Thus does the Red man stalk to death his foe, <br>And sighting him strings silently his bow, <br>Takes his unerring aim, and straight and true <br>The arrow cuts in flight the forest through, <br>A flint which never made for mark and missed, <br>And finds the heart of his antagonist. <br>Thus has he warred and won since time began, <br>Thus does the Indian bring to earth his man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ungarmented, save for a web that lies <br>In fleecy folds across his impish eyes, <br>A tiny archer takes his way intent <br>On mischief, which is his especial bent. <br>Across his shoulder lies a quiver, filled <br>With arrows dipped in honey, thrice distilled <br>From all the roses brides have ever worn <br>Since that first wedding out of Eden born. <br>Beneath a cherub face and dimpled smile <br>This youthful hunter hides a heart of guile; <br>His arrows aimed at random fly in quest <br>Of lodging-place within some blameless breast. <br>But those he wounds die happily, and so <br>Blame not young Cupid with his dart and bow: <br>Thus has he warred and won since time began, <br>Transporting into Heaven both maid and man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Pauline+Johnson">Emily Pauline Johnson</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=386587" data-title="The archers de Emily Pauline Johnson" data-description="I Stripped to the waist, his copper-coloured skin Red from the smouldering heat of hate within, Lean as a wolf in winter, fierce of mood-- As all wild things that hunt for foes, or food-- War paint adorning breast and thigh and face, Armed ..."></div> </div> </div>

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