Once emblem of their liberty?

No stragglers from the warren fleet

Scud cross my path with flirting feet.

No jealous blood-hound, brave and proud,

Throws from the lodge his challenge loud.

O hear me on thy summits tall,

Time-honour’d Needwood! hear my call!

For thou my filial voice hast known.—

No answer follows—hark! a groan!

His ancient seats I seek in vain;