Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A Simile
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As the shy hind, the soft-eyed gentle Brute
Now moves, now stops, approaches by degrees—
At length emerges from the shelt'ring Trees,
Lur'd by her Hunter with the Shepherd's flute,
Whose music travelling on the twilight breeze,
       &nbspWhen all besides was mute—
She oft had heard, and ever lov'd to hear;
She fearful Beast! but that no sound of Fear——
Undated. Now first published from an MS.