When the far-striding moose has tired his foot,
And night comes down, and tempests rule the sky;
There may we rest; the foe’s approach is hard
But by one pass, and that will Waban guard.”
XXXII.
The place they sought;—’twas down a rocky dell,
Where scarce the palfreys found a footing sure,
Where deeper darkness from the forest fell,
And thicker boscage did the pass immure;