I ha' seen them 'mid the clouds on the heather. <br />Lo! they pause not for love nor for sorrow, <br />Yet their eyes are as the eyes of a maid to her lover, <br />When the white hart breaks his cover <br />And the white wind breaks the morn. <br /> <br />‘'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, <br />Bid the world's hounds come to horn!’<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-white-stag/
