A rider approaches, is this your man?”
Ay, mark that coal-black barb that skims,
With flowing mane and graceful limbs,
As lightly onward o’er the lea
As greyhound from the leash set free;
Observe the rider’s flashing eye,
His gallant front and bearing high;
His slender form, which scarce appears
Fitted to manhood’s riper years;
The easy grace with which at need