By Seamus Heaney...
High burdened brow, the antlers that astound,
Arms that end now in two hardened feet,
His nifty haunches, pointed ears and fleet
Four-legged run … In the pool he saw a crowned
Stag's head and heard something that groaned
When he tried to speak. And it was no human sweat
That steamed off him: he was like a beast in heat,