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After the Hunt

By Detlev von Liliencron (1844–1909)

TIRED and thirsty, weary of the way,

I seek the forest inn that is my own:

Rifle and cap upon a bench I lay,

Beside the water-pail my dog lies prone.

The inn’s young mistress, in the dying day

Stands still as one from whom all joy has flown:

Then she smiles shyly and half turns away—

The guests’ departure leaves us soon alone.

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