Refuge
Read 'Refuge' by 'George William Russell' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
TWILIGHT, a timid fawn, went glimmering by,
And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast,
Ceaseless pursuit and flight were in the sky,
But the long chase had ceased for us at last.
We watched together while the driven fawn
Hid in the golden thicket of the day.
We, from whose hearts pursuit and flight were gone,
Knew on the hunter’s breast her refuge lay.
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