The Blessed Buck

Greatest folly was committed by a buck that once permitted
A huntress’ prowess with a bow to tempt him to stand before her,
commending the way she wielded curving bow; And thus, he yielded
Life to her by telling he’d as lief through heart her dart prefer;
For the day, then, hunting done, soon, seeing that she did infer;

Such a folly I’ve repeated, that was when I saw her seated
With a smile of which are cheated such as those who dwell the earth;
For the courage, downing wine, I, placed myself beneath divine eyes
And beginning with the praises, I had hoped to win her mirth;
But as soon her bow unstringing, frowning face did she unearth;

’Stretch your bow and shoot me down, my goddess, fulfill my wish to die;
Spare me not! Hear my entreaty! Bless me with the fate of buck!’
But the kindness on me laden, by this brightest frowning maiden
couldn’t give me taste of Aiden, rather ’twas a hellish luck;
For in place of easy death, I seemed in burning fire stuck

How can I her radiance compare—that she does on her visage wear—
To the radiance of the sun, though, dazzle as bright as sun it may?
Doesn’t the sun brighten the day? Benevolence on all us lay?
But my greedy love selfishly from me withholds even a ray!