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A Man Young And Old: IV. The Death Of The Hare

A Man Young And Old: IV. The Death Of The Hare

I have pointed out the yelling pack,
The hare leap to the wood,
And when I pass a compliment
Rejoice as lover should
At the drooping of an eye,
At the mantling of the blood.

Then suddenly my heart is wrung
By her distracted air
And I remember wildness lost
And after, swept from there,
Am set down standing in the wood
At the death of the hare.



Poem A Man Young And Old: IV. The Death Of The Hare - William Butler Yeats