(Where stood the ruins of an ancient mill),[235]
The last uprising on his homeward course,
And where the village baker came for gorse,—
Conveying it in paniers, on his horse
(For in abundance on the hill it grew),
The turrets of his mansion ’rose to view:
Then did his noble heart within him leap;
And when he first beheld the grazing sheep,
In those prolific slopes, down in the vale
(Where many a hunter’s blast had rode the gale—