I have pointed out the yelling pack, <br />The hare leap to the wood, <br />And when I pass a compliment <br />Rejoice as lover should <br />At the drooping of an eye, <br />At the mantling of the blood. <br /> <br />Then suddenly my heart is wrung <br />By her distracted air <br />And I remember wildness lost <br />And after, swept from there, <br />Am set down standing in the wood <br />At the death of the hare.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-man-young-and-old-iv-the-death-of-the-hare/
