Avoiding face of Man; and now [it] sped
To the wild Heath that to the Ocean led.
Their Minds, ev’n his who drove them with such speed,
Were mov’d and troubled by the lawless Deed,
And the Way plain, for so it seem’d; their Haste
Was doubly urgent o’er the level Waste.
None saw beside them, half o’ergrown, a Cave
That sometimes Shelter to the Shepherd gave—
To them, alarm—alarming Fate to one.
The Driver saw it, but he could not shun;