Edna St. Vincent Millay - The Buck in the Snow lyrics

White sky, over the hemlocks bowed with snow, Saw you not at the beginning of evening the antlered buck and his doe Standing in the apple-orchard? I saw them. I saw them suddenly go, Tails up, with long leaps lovely and slow, Over the stone-wall into the wood of hemlocks bowed with snow. Now lies he here, his wild blood scalding the snow. How strange a thing is d**h, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the snow. How strange a thing--a mile away by now, it may be, Under the heavy hemlocks that as the moments pa** Shift their loads a little, letting fall a feather of snow-- Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe.