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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538086" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The White-Footed Deer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a hundred years ago,<br>When, by the woodland ways,<br>The traveller saw the wild deer drink,<br>Or crop the birchen sprays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath a hill, whose rocky side<br>O'erbrowed a grassy mead,<br>And fenced a cottage from the wind,<br>A deer was wont to feed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She only came when on the cliffs<br>The evening moonlight lay,<br>And no man knew the secret haunts<br>In which she walked by day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">White were her feet, her forehead showed<br>A spot of silvery white,<br>That seemed to glimmer like a star<br>In autumn's hazy night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here, when sang the whippoorwill,<br>She cropped the sprouting leaves,<br>And here her rustling steps were heard<br>On still October eves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the broad midsummer moon<br>Rose o'er that grassy lawn,<br>Beside the silver-footed deer<br>There grazed a spotted fawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cottage dame forbade her son<br>To aim the rifle here;<br>'It were a sin,' she said, 'to harm<br>Or fright that friendly deer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'This spot has been my pleasant home<br>Ten peaceful years and more;<br>And ever, when the moonlight shines,<br>She feeds before our door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The red men say that here she walked<br>A thousand moons ago;<br>They never raise the war-whoop here,<br>And never twang the bow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I love to watch her as she feeds,<br>And think that all is well<br>While such a gentle creature haunts<br>The place in which we dwell.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The youth obeyed, and sought for game<br>In forests far away,<br>Where, deep in silence and in moss,<br>The ancient woodland lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But once, in autumn's golden time,<br>He ranged the wild in vain,<br>Nor roused the pheasant nor the deer,<br>And wandered home again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crescent moon and crimson eve<br>Shone with a mingling light;<br>The deer, upon the grassy mead,<br>Was feeding full in sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He raised the rifle to his eye,<br>And from the cliffs around<br>A sudden echo, shrill and sharp,<br>Gave back its deadly sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away into the neighbouring wood<br>The startled creature flew,<br>And crimson drops at morning lay<br>Amid the glimmering dew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next evening shone the waxing moon<br>As sweetly as before;<br>The deer upon the grassy mead<br>Was seen again no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ere that crescent moon was old,<br>By night the red men came,<br>And burnt the cottage to the ground,<br>And slew the youth and dame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now woods have overgrown the mead,<br>And hid the cliffs from sight;<br>There shrieks the hovering hawk at noon,<br>And prowls the fox at night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q>
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When, by the woodland ways,
The traveller saw the wild deer drink,
Or crop the birchen sprays.

Beneath a hill, whose rocky side
O'erbrowed a grassy mead,
And fenced a cottage from the wind,
A deer was wont to feed.

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