Not in chary haesel’s beak
The nest that failed the hart to keep
But in the bracken grey below
Dappled youth still breathing slow
Yet to see the denu’ s ridge
The sorrows’ run or forest’s fringe
Meek to suffer the arrow’s fly
And still in tender ways to sigh
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Beautiful write, I love this Elizabeth.
Thank you!!