THE HARRIER 191 



Begins to flag, to her last shifts reduced. 



From brake to brake she flies, and visits all 



Her well-known haunts, where once she rang'd secure, 



With love and plenty blest. See ! there she goes, 



She reels along, and by her gait betrays 



Her inward weakness. See ! how black she looks ! 



The sweat, that clogs th' obstructed pores, scarce leaves 



A languid scent. And now in open view 



See, see, she flies ! each eager hound exerts 



His utmost speed, and stretches every nerve ; 



How quick she turns ! their gaping jaws eludes, 



And yet a moment lives ; 'till, round enclosed 



By all the greedy pack, with infant screams 



She yields her breath, and there reluctant dies. 



