Like a roe deer, when spring destroys
The idle crystal of the gloomy frost,
To better browse the honeyed grass
Out of its woods with Dawn it flees,
And alone, and safe, far from dogs and noise,
Now on a hill, now in a valley,
Now near a stream hidden apart,
Free and frolicsome wherever its foot leads;
Of nets or bow its freedom has no fear,
Except when its life is struck,
By a murderous arrow crimsoned with its blood:
Thus I went without hope of harm,
The day when an eye on the April of my age
Shot a thousand arrows at once into my flank.
Pierre de Ronsard
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