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Joy sparkled in the prancing Courser's eyes;
A rout this morning left Sir Walter's Hall,
Sir Walter, restless as a veering wind,
Calls to the few tired dogs that yet
Brach, Swift and Music, noblest of their kind,
The Knight halloo'd, he chid and cheer'd them on With suppliant gestures and upbraidings stern; But breath and eye-sight fail, and, one by one, The dogs are stretch'd among the mountain fern.
Where is the throng, the tumult of the chace? The bugles that so joyfully were blown?
This race it looks not like an earthly race; Sir Walter and the Hart are left alone.
poor Hart toils along the mountain side;
Dismounting then, he lean'd against a thorn;
Close to the thorn on which Sir Walter lean'd, Stood his dumb partner in this glorious act; Weak as a lamb the hour that it is yean'd, And foaming like a mountain cataract.
Upon his side the Hart was lying stretch'd :
His nose half-touch'd a spring beneath a hill,
And now, too happy for repose or rest,
Was never man in such a joyful case,
Sir Walter walk'd all round, north, south and west, And gaz'd, and gaz'd upon that darling place.
And turning up the hill, it was at least
Nine roods of sheer ascent, Sir Walter found
Three several marks which with his hoofs the beast Had left imprinted on the verdant ground.
Sir Walter wiped his face, and cried, " Till now
I'll build a Pleasure-house upon this spot,
A cunning Artist will I have to frame
A bason for that fountain in the dell ;
And, gallant brute! to make thy praises known,
And in the summer-time when days are long,
I will come hither with my paramour,
We will make merry in that pleasant bower.
Till the foundations of the mountains fail
My mansion with its arbour shall endure,
The joy of them who till the fields of Swale, And them who dwell among the woods of Ure."
Then home he went, and left the Hart, stone-dead, With breathless nostrils stretch'd above the spring. And soon the Knight perform'd what he had said, The fame whereof through many a land did ring.
Ere thrice the moon into her port had steer'd,
And near the fountain, flowers of stature tall