The knight’s commands had laid them low;
Not one escaped the woodman’s blow:
And that pleasant spot is bare
(Save the coppice growing there),
Whereon so oft the violin
Had bade the merry dance begin.
Yet there remain’d a vast resource
Of holy-holly, bramble, gorse,
Stalwart elms, and tow’ring pine,
Chesnuts, and wild eglantine,