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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575959" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Deer-Star (A Paiute Legend)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HEAR now a tale of the deer-star, <br>Tale of the days agone, <br>When a youth rose up for the hunting <br>In the bluish light of dawn -- <br>Rose up for the red deer hunting, <br>And what should a hunter do <br>Who has never an arrow feathered, <br>Nor a bow strung taut and true? <br>The women laughed from the doorways, the maidens mocked at the spring; <br>For thus to be slack at the hunting is ever a shameful thing. <br>The old men nodded and muttered, but the youth spoke up with a frown: <br>'If I have no gear for the hunting, I will run the red deer down.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is off by the hills of the morning, <br>By the dim, untrodden ways; <br>In the clean, wet, windy marshes <br>He has startled the deer agraze; <br>And a buck of the branching antlers <br>Streams out from the fleeing herd, <br>And the youth is apt to the running <br>As the tongue to the spoken word. <br>They have gone by the broken ridges, by mesa and hill and swale, <br>Nor once did the red deer falter, nor the feet of the runner fail; <br>So lightly they trod on the lupines that scarce were the flower-stalks bent, <br>And over the tops of the dusky sage the wind of their running went. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have gone by the painted desert, <br>Where the dawn mists lie uncurled, <br>And over the purple barrows <br>On the outer rim of the world. <br>The people shout from the village, <br>And the sun gets up to spy <br>The royal deer and the runner, <br>Clear shining in the sky. <br>And ever the hunter watches for the rising of that star <br>When he comes by the summer mountains where the haunts of the red deer are, <br>When he comes by the morning meadows where the young of the red deer hide; <br>He fares him forth to the hunting while the deer and the runner bide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Austin">Mary Austin</a><div class=q>
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Tale of the days agone, 
When a youth rose up for the hunting 
In the bluish light of dawn -- 
Rose up for the red deer hunting, 
And what should a hunter do 
Who has never an arrow feathered, 
Nor a bow strung t..."></div>
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