As Chief, who hears his warder call, 

 " To arms ! the foemen storm the wall," 

 The antler'd monarch of the waste 

 Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. 

 But, ere his fleet career he took, 

 The dew-drops from his flanks he shook ; 

 Like crested leader proud and high, 

 Toss'd his beam'd frontlet to the sky ; 

 A moment gazed adown the dale, 

 A moment snuff'd the tainted gale, 

 A moment listen'd to the cry, 

 That thicken'd as the chase drew nigh ; 

 Then, as the headmost foes appear'd, 

 With one brave bound the copse he clear'd, 

 And, stretching forward free and far, 

 Sought the wild heaths of Uam-Var. 



Yell'd on the view the opening pack ; 

 Rock, glen, and cavern, paid them back ; 

 To many a mingled sound at once 

 The awaken'd mountain gave response. 

 A hundred dogs bay'd deep and strong, 

 Clatter'd a hundred steeds along, 

 Their peal the merry horns rung out, 

 A hundred voices join'd the shout ; 

 With hark and whoop and wild halloo, 

 No rest Benvoirlich's echoes knew. 

 Far from the tumult fled the roe, 

 Close in her covert cower'd the doe, 



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