Analysis of The Amber Hind

I aimed at a hind in the dingle,
Her eyes looking right back at me;
Her face set my sinews a-tingle,
Delight of the daybreak was she.

I pointed my gun at her torso
And cocked it with barely a sound;
But I watched her with awe, even more so,
When all of a haste she turned round.

She, peering head on with her ebony glare,
Loomed handsome as handsome can loom;
The sun on her back and the wind in her hair
She wondered at me; I presume.

Yet, still, she remained in the clearing
Not knowing I stalked her  ~  I think;
Boldly and brave, never fearing,
I'm certain she noticed me blink.

She winked back at me as she stood in the breeze
(I swear I partook of her smile)
That moment I knew, when the trigger I'd squeeze,
I would miss her by half of a mile.