{"id":243,"date":"2021-04-05T10:56:45","date_gmt":"2021-04-05T14:56:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.ryerson.ca\/flintandfeather\/?post_type=chapter&#038;p=243"},"modified":"2022-02-14T13:20:29","modified_gmt":"2022-02-14T18:20:29","slug":"the-archer","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/flintandfeather\/chapter\/the-archer\/","title":{"raw":"The Archer","rendered":"The Archer"},"content":{"raw":"<h2>I<\/h2>\r\nStripped to the waist, his copper-coloured skin\r\nRed from the smouldering heat of hate within,\r\nLean as a wolf in winter, fierce of mood\u2014\r\nAs all wild things that hunt for foes, or food\u2014\r\nWar paint adorning breast and thigh and face,\r\nArmed with the ancient weapons of his race,\r\nA slender ashen bow, deer sinew strung,\r\nAnd flint-tipped arrow each with poisoned tongue,\u2014\r\nThus does the Red man stalk to death his foe,\r\nAnd sighting him strings silently his bow,\r\nTakes his 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eyes,<br \/>\nA tiny archer takes his way intent<br \/>\nOn mischief, which is his especial bent.<br \/>\nAcross his shoulder lies a quiver, filled<br \/>\nWith arrows dipped in honey, thrice distilled<br \/>\nFrom all the roses brides have ever worn<br \/>\nSince that first wedding out of Eden born.<br \/>\nBeneath a cherub face and dimpled smile<br \/>\nThis youthful hunter hides a heart of guile;<br \/>\nHis arrows aimed at random fly in quest<br \/>\nOf lodging-place within some blameless breast.<br \/>\nBut those he wounds die happily, and so<br \/>\nBlame not young Cupid with his dart and bow:<br \/>\nThus has he warred and won since time began,<br \/>\nTransporting into Heaven both maid and 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