I have pointed out the yelling pack,
The hare leap to the wood,
And when I pa** a compliment
Rejoice as lover should
At the drooping of an eye,
At the mantling of the blood.
Then suddenly my heart is wrung
By her distracted air
And I remember wildness lost
And after, swept from there,
Am set down standing in the wood
At the d**h of the hare.