| Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | | | Diana | | By Ernest Rhys (1859–1946) |
| | | THIS new Diana makes weak men her prey, | |
| And, making captive, still would fain pursue, | |
| And still would keep, and still would drive away,— | |
| So day by day | |
| Hate, hunt, do murder, and yet love them too: | 5 |
| Ah, dear Diana! | |
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| ’Twere well, poor fools, to shun her cruel spear, | |
| More fatal far than that which slew of old; | |
| Her spear is wit that she so brings to bear, | |
| Then laughs to hear | 10 |
| When it has struck, and one more heart runs cold: | |
| Ah, dear Diana! | |
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| Be wise, O fools, and shun her cruel eyes, | |
| Which when you see you straight must love, to death. | |
| This new Diana has such sorceries, | 15 |
| Who loves her, dies— | |
| And dying cries still with his latest breath— | |
| Ah, dear Diana! | | | | |
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