I was a stricken deer, that left the herd
Long since; with many an arrow deep infixt
My panting side was charged, when I withdrew
To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.
There I was found by one who had himself
Been hurt by th'archers. In his side he bor,
And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars.
With gentle force soliciting the darts,
He drew them forth, and healed, and bade me live.
Since then, with few associates, in remote
And silent woods I wander, fat from those
My former partners of the peopled scene;
With few associates, and not wishing more.
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