All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the merry deer ran before.
Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
the swift sweet deer
the red rare deer.
e.e. cummings, untitled (All in green) (1-10), in cummings/Tulips
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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