Like as a huntsman after a weary chase
Seeing the game from him escap'd away
Sits down to rest him in some shady place
With panting hounds beguiled of their prey:
So after long pursuit and vain assay,
When I all weary had the chase forsook,
The gentle deer return'd the self same way,
Thinking to quench her thirst at the next brook.
There she beholding me with milder look,
Sought not to fly, but fearless still did bide:
Till I in hand her yet half trembling took,
And with her own goodwill her firmly tied
Strange thing, me seem'd, to see a beast so wild,
So goodly won, with her own will beguil'd.
Seeing the game from him escap'd away
Sits down to rest him in some shady place
With panting hounds beguiled of their prey:
So after long pursuit and vain assay,
When I all weary had the chase forsook,
The gentle deer return'd the self same way,
Thinking to quench her thirst at the next brook.
There she beholding me with milder look,
Sought not to fly, but fearless still did bide:
Till I in hand her yet half trembling took,
And with her own goodwill her firmly tied
Strange thing, me seem'd, to see a beast so wild,
So goodly won, with her own will beguil'd.
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