The Nymph Complaining for the Death of Her Fawn Lyrics

The wanton troopers riding by
Have shot my fawn, and it will die.
Ungentle men!
They cannot thrive
To kill thee. Thou ne'er didst, alive,
Them any harm: alas nor could
Thy death yet do them any good.
I'm sure I never wished them ill,
Nor do I for all this; nor will:
But, if my simple pray'rs may yet
Prevail with Heaven to forget
Thy murder, I will join my tears
Rather than fail.
But, O my fears!
It cannot die so.
Heaven's King
Keeps register of every thing,
And nothing may we use in vain:
Ev'n beasts must be with justice slain,
Else men are made their deodands.

Though they should wash their guilty hands
In this warm life-blood, which doth part
From thine, and wound me to the heart,
Yet could they not be clean; their stain
Is dyed in such a purple grain.
There is not such another in
The world to offer for their sin.

Unconstant Sylvio, when yet
I had not found him counterfeit,
One morning (I remember well),
Tied in this silver chain and bell,
Gave it to me: nay and I know
What he said then -I'm sure I do.
Said he, "Look how your huntsman here
Hath taught a fawn to hunt his dear."
But Sylvio soon had me beguiled:
This waxed tame, while he grew wild,
And quite regardless of my smart,
Left me his fawn, but took his heart.

Thenceforth I set myself to play
My solitary time away,
With this: and very well content,
Could so mine idle life have spent.
For it was full of sport, and light
Of foot and heart; and did invite
Me to its game: it seemed to bless
Itself to me. How could I less
Than love it? O I cannot be
Unkind t' a beast that loveth me.

Had it lived long, I do not know
Whether it too might have done so
As Sylvio did: his gifts might be
Perhaps as false or more than he.
But I am sure, for aught that I
Could in so short a time espy,
Thy love was far more better then
The love of false and cruel men.
With sweetest milk and sugar first
I it at mine own fingers nursed.

And as it grew, so every day
It waxed more white and sweet than they.
It had so sweet a breath! And oft
I blushed to see its foot more soft
And white (shall I say?) than my hand -
Nay, any lady's of the land!
It is a wond'rous thing how fleet
'Twas on those little silver feet;
With what a pretty skipping grace
It oft would challenge me the race;
And when 't had left me far away,
'Twould stay, and run again, and stay.
For it was nimbler much than hinds;
And trod as if on the four winds.

I have a garden of my own,
But so with roses overgrown
And lilies, that you would it guess
To be a little wilderness;
And all the spring-time of the year
It only loved to be there.
Among the beds of lilies I
Have sought it oft, where it should lie,
Yet could not, till itself would rise,
Find it, although before mine eyes;
For in the flaxen lilies' shade,
It like a bank of lilies laid.
Upon the roses it would feed,

Until its lips ev'n seemed to bleed:
And then to me 'twould boldly trip,
And print those roses on my lip.
But all its chief delight was still
On roses thus itself to fill,
And its pure virgin limbs to fold
In whitest sheets of lilies cold.
Had it lived long, it would have been
Lilies without, roses within.

O help! O help! I see it faint
And die as calmly as a saint!
See how it weeps! The tears do come
Sad, slowly dropping like a gum.
So weeps the wounded balsam; so
The holy frankincense doth flow;

The brotherless Heliades
Melt in such amber tears as these.
I in a golden vial will
Keep these two crystal tears; and fill
It till it do o'erflow with mine,
Then place it in Diana's shrine.

Now my sweet fawn is vanished to
Whither the swans and turtles go:
In fair Elysium to endure,
With milk-white lambs and ermins pure.
O do not run too fast, for I
Will but bespeak thy grave, and die.

First, my unhappy statue shall
Be cut in marble; and withal
Let it be weeping too: but there
Th' engraver sure his art may spare;
For I so truly thee bemoan
That I shall weep though I be stone,
Until my tears, still dropping, wear
My breast, themselves engraving there.
There at my feet shalt thou be laid,
Of purest alabaster made;
For I would have thine image be
White as I can, though not as thee.

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Genius Annotation

This is one of a number of pastoral poems that Marvell wrote. It takes the form of a dramatic monologue, spoken by the nymph, which begins with an elegy or lament for the death of her fawn and then moves on to raise wider spiritual and philosophical issues.

In general, Marvell’s pastoralism centres on a garden, rather than the open countryside. This poem contains both.

There is a clear historical context; the devastation caused by the English Civil War. ‘The wanton Troopers' are therefore soldiers of one of the armies. They have caused needless suffering and death, not only to the faun and to the girl who loved it, but also to the nation as happens only too frequently in civil wars. The faun is therefore a metaphor for needless destruction.

Again, the nymph may be a girl that Marvell knew, whose pet deer really was shot. By using hunting imagery and a pastoral setting he is enhancing the drama. Similar hunting imagery is used in his poem An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell’s Return from Ireland.

Structure
This is a long single stanza poem, writing in iambic tetrameters, that is, four iambs or metrical feet per line, a iamb being one unstressed followed by one stressed syllable. There is a regular AABBCC etc rhyme scheme, forming couplets. The effect is to create a smooth flowing narrative that draws the reader in as the story is told.

Language and Imagery
The voice is that of the speaker, a nymph, using the first person singular pronoun ‘I’. The language is deceptively simple, suitable for a girl in a pastoral setting, but with classical and Christian references (for example the flowers that symbolise the Virgin Mary) that demonstrate the poet’s learning. It is full of symbolism which is open to interpretation. The nymph may symbolise innocence, the fawn is also innocent and sacrificed, like the nation ravaged by Civil War, the garden may signify the Garden of Eden, and the Troopers are the force of sin and destruction. The detailed annotations provide deeper analysis.

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