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A Stray Nymph of Dian lyrics by Hubert Parry

I went a-hunting with Queen Dian’s maids; –
Our sandals, bright with dew
Swept through the grass, and down the list’ning glades
Our hounds beside us flew;
On swept the chase, but I stood gazing there
Poor wounded doe beside a thorn-tree fair
For there, with fallen blossoms on his head
I spied the sleeping boy
The chase had left me breath, but now ot fled
For pain of too great joy;
I panted so, the throng; that crossed my breast
And held my quiver, hurt me where it pressed
I could not tеll if he did smile or frown
For shadow’s fickle play
On brow and cheek, and on his lip likе down
A loving shadow lay
And there I set my lips
Ah, joy and woe!
For now no more a hunting may I go
No more a hunting may I go