Then swiftly to destruction swept,
Like flashing lightning flew.
The shingle in its headlong course,
With rattling din gave way;
The hazels snap beneath its force,
The mountain savins sway.
By chance the Lady Adela happens to be riding by at the moment, upon her “palfrey white”—
When, lo! the wild wolf bursts in sight,
And bares his glistening teeth!