Page:The white doe of Rylstone - or, The fate of the Nortons. A poem (IA whitedoeofrylsto00wordrich).pdf/134

 There did she rest, with head reclined, Herself most like a stately Flower, (Such have I seen) whom chance of birth Hath separated from its kind, To live and die in a shady bower, Single on the gladsome earth.

When, with a noise like distant thunder, A troop of Deer came sweeping by; And, suddenly, behold a wonder ! For, of that band of rushing Deer, A single One in mid career Hath stopped, and fixed its large full eye Upon the Lady Emily, A Doe most beautiful, clear-white, A radiant Creature, silver-bright!

Thus checked, a little while it stayed; A little thoughtful pause it made;