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 OU hunted me with all the pack,
 * Too blind, too blind, to see

By no wild hope of force or greed
 * Could you make sure of me.

And like a phantom through the glades,
 * With tender breast aglow,

The goddess in me laughed to hear
 * Your horns a-roving go.

She laughed to think no mortal ever
 * By dint of mortal flesh

The very Cause that was the Hunt
 * One moment could enmesh:

That though with captive limbs I lay,
 * Stilled breath and vanquished eyes,

He that hunts Love with horse and hound
 * Hunts out his heart and eyes.