Poems (Bacon)/The hunter
II. THE HUNTEROne came chasing the fallow deer When all the wood was green, But through my heart an arrow went That ne'er by him was seen— Ah me! That ne'er by him was seen.
One came hunting the eagle-king When all the wood was brown, But over me a lure was cast That dragged my proud heart down— Ah me! That dragged my proud heart down.
One came tracking the mighty boar When all the wood was white, But from my wound the red drops fell That guided him that night— Ah me! That guided him that night.