The Tamed Deer – Edmund Spenser 

Like as a huntsman after weary chase 

Seeing the game from him escaped 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 returned 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 good-will her firmly tied. 

Strange thing, me seemed, to see a beast so wild 

So goodly won, with her own will beguiled.

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