Like as a huntsman after weary chase, <br />Seeing the game from him escap'd away, <br />Sits down to rest him in some shady place, <br />With panting hounds beguiled of their prey: <br />So after long pursuit and vain assay, <br />When I all weary had the chase forsook, <br />The gentle deer return'd the self-same way, <br />Thinking to quench her thirst at the next brook. <br />There she beholding me with milder look, <br />Sought not to fly, but fearless still did bide: <br />Till I in hand her yet half trembling took, <br />And with her own goodwill her firmly tied. <br />Strange thing, me seem'd, to see a beast so wild, <br />So goodly won, with her own will beguil'd.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amoretti-lxvii-like-as-a-huntsman/
