[…] the owl and the bat flew round the darkening trees:

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He was a handsome buck, well horned with a huge rack of antlers; / Tyrrhus’s boys had been feeding him since he’d been torn from his mother’s / Dugs.

I bid them dance, I bid them sing, For the limpid glance Of my ladyling; For the gift to the Spring of a dewier Spring, For God's good grace of this ladyling!