HUNTING SONGS 



XVI 



He speeds, with sure hope to the cover hard by — 



Streaking the greenwood now. 

 Red coats bright with the berries vie 



That hang on the holly bough. 



XVII 



Hark ! from the cover a fox halloo'd ; 



The hounds to the open fly ; 

 Horses and men, as they crash through the wood. 



Made mad by the merry cry. 



XVIII 



Fainter and fainter in distance died 



The tumult of the chace ; 

 Till silent as death was the green hill-side. 



The Hall a deserted place. 



XIX 



I follow them not ; the good fox they found 



Sped many a mile away ; 

 That run was the talk of the country round 



For many an after day. 



XX 



The brush by that youth who had ridden hard, 

 Brought home in the twilight hour, 



A gift for the hand which the casement unbarr'd, 

 Was hung in the maiden's bower. 



