The Vision of the Doe
Sir Oscar Oliphant
From Collected Poems by Sir Oscar Oliphant
Methought I saw upon the green sward laid,
Where two broad rivers to the ocean wound,
A milk-white doe with golden antlers crown’d,
Shunning the hot sun ‘neath a laurel’s shade.
Such coy and gentle pride was in her air
I left all else to track her footsteps light,
Like the fond miser, who with the delight
Of seeking treasure sweetens all its care.
Around her lovely neck a legend strange
Was wrought with topazes and diamonds bright—
“Let no one touch me: Free for aye to range
My Cæsar’s love hath given his favourite.”
With tired yet sateless eyes I gazed till noon,
When in the stream I fell—and straight the doe was gone.