Gazelles

"Norville Barnes: That kind of person would come back as a wildebeest, or a warthog. No, I think it more likely that you were a gazelle, with long, graceful legs, gamboling through the underbrush. Perhaps we met once, a chance encounter in a forest glade. I must have been an antelope or an ibex. What times we must have had. Foraging together for sustenance, snorfling water from a forest stream, picking the grubs and burrs from one anothers coats. Or perhaps we simply touched our horns briefly and went our separate ways. Amy Archer: I wish it were that simple, Norville. I wish I was still a gazelle, and you were an antelope or an ibex. Norville Barnes: Well, can I at least call you deer?"

"Then, cleaving the grass, gazelles appear (The gentler dolphins of kindlier waves) With sensitive heads alert of ear; Frail crowds that a delicate hearing saves."

"I never nursed a dear Gazelle to glad me with its soft black eye, but when it came to know me well, and love me, it was sure to marry a market-gardener."

"The gazelles so gentle and clever Skip lightly in frolicsome mood."

"I never nursd a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well And love me, it was sure to die."

"I never had a piece of toast particularly long and wide, But fell upon the sanded floor, And always on the buttered side."