This reminds me a lot of Book IV of Vergil's Aeneid. In it, Aeneas compares Dido in love to a deer wounded in the woods:
Wretched Dido burns, and wanders frenzied through the city,
like an unwary deer struck by an arrow, that a shepherd hunting
with his bow has fired at from a distance, in the Cretan woods,
leaving the winged steel in her, without knowing.
She runs through the woods and glades of Dicte:
the lethal shaft hangs in her side.
This reminds me a lot of Book IV of Vergil's Aeneid. In it, Aeneas compares Dido in love to a deer wounded in the woods:
Wretched Dido burns, and wanders frenzied through the city, like an unwary deer struck by an arrow, that a shepherd hunting with his bow has fired at from a distance, in the Cretan woods, leaving the winged steel in her, without knowing. She runs through the woods and glades of Dicte: the lethal shaft hangs in her side.