Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake
THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH OF HER FAWN
The wanton Troopers riding by
Have shot my Fawn, and it will dye.
Ungentlemen! they cannot thrive
Who killed thee. Thou ne'er didst alive
Them any Harm: alas! nor cou'd
Thy Death yet do them any Good ...