THE HUNTRESS 



Artemis, the huntress, 



Loves all small, wild things. 

 Little bears on tumbling legs, 



Birds with unfledged wings, 

 Fox cubs peering out of holes 



With a strange siirprise 

 At the baying of her hounds 



In their puzzled eyes. 

 Doe with spots on tawny flanks. 



Lion whelps at play; 

 These she spares when she sets forth 



With intent to slay. 



Artemis, the huntress. 



Slays them when they're grown; 

 Makes their beauty and their power 



Tribute to her own ; 

 Traps the Hon in his lair. 



Flays him of his pelt; 



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