The Hares

i
Immobile, but fearless,
With peace in her eyes,
The shy hare of friendship
Scarce a yard from him lies.

He gas stretched a swift hand
To caress the free head.
The shy hare that was friendship
To the covert has sped.

ii
The wild hare of love
Is alert at his feet.
Oh, the fierce quivering heart!
Oh, the heart's fierce beat!

He has tightened his noose.
It was fine as a thread;
But the wild hare that was love
At his feet lies dead.

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