Thursday, December 01, 2005
I Was a Stricken Deer, That Left the HerdI was a stricken deer, that left the herd
Long since; with many an arrow deep infixtMy panting side was charged, when I withdrew
To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.
There was I found by one who had himself
Been hurt by th' archers. In his side he bore,
And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars.
With gentle force soliciting the darts,
He drew them forth, and heal'd and bade me live.
Since then, with few associates, in remote
And silent woods I wander, far from those my
Former partners of the peopled scene;
With few associates, and not wishing more.
--William Cowper (1731-1800)
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I agree with you, Classical Pres; it is a powerful poem. Cowper was quiet the writer. His "I was a Stricken Deer" has long been a favorite of mine.
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