The maiden-ash, beech, whortle, larch,
Nut-blooming hazel, and low birch.
Full many a time I’ve heard the horn,
Along those devious pathways borne,
When Sir Henry[21] swept the vale,
Reynard flew before the gale:—
Alas! I know not why or how
Sir Henry doth not hunt there now.
Still (fancy leads my muse to dwell
On scenes I loved so truly well)