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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413224" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The haunting of a hunter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once upon a time in the early hours of dawn<br>A man got up and sallied from his cottage door<br>Athwart his shoulders a bow and arrows he carried<br>And towards the forest his steps he hurried.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All day he searched a target for his arrow<br>Finding none, his anguish grew sharp and narrow.<br>Hunger and thirst tortured him all day till dusk<br>And fatigue and pain settled in his limbs to last</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Toward the evening as the sun sunk<br>He by the lake watched a pair of dove white swans<br>Tall and amorous they looked<br>As they court their image in a shady nook.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At once an arrow he lanced at one.<br>A stream of blood red gashed out of the swan.<br>Late at night his heavy limbs upon a pallet he laid.<br>Seeking comfort from an adventure long and languid </div><div style="margin:10px 0">An unfamiliar dream claimed his haunted rest.<br>A tortured maid into his slumber burst.<br>In her one hand she held a white snow feather.<br>Her tearful, beautiful eyes at him all night were fixed for ever</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What sin what crime you have found in my white dove love? '<br>She cried engulfed in her loath<br>Back and forth walked the man in his chamber<br>Trying to shake off a day not to remember</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the early hour of the next dawn<br>A man from his cottage door was gone<br>Across his shoulders a bow and an arrow he took<br>And in the forest gloom for a well known lake he look</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Against the morning sun a single swan he found<br>With statuesque grace and divine virtue she circled around<br>A long hour he spotted the sailing swan, alone among none.<br>Recalling his dreadful dream he knew she was the one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His inwards were gnawed by regrets<br>He wished he had never so far strayed<br>Despair and sorrow dried his tongue <br>And then at once, he lanced the arrow in his lung</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> copy rights 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</a><div class=q>
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A man got up and sallied from his cottage door
Athwart his shoulders a bow and arrows he carried
And towards the forest his steps he hurried.

All day he searched a target for his arrow
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