And deems herself secure from every foe,—
Aloft in overshadowing branches nigh,
Perceives the wild-cat’s threatening eye-balls glow,
And spurns her eyry, with ascending flight
To some tall ash that crests the mountain’s height;
VII.
So his vain toils he coldly now surveyed;
He had but sunk a bolder wing to try;
He snatched the weepers from the hated glade,
And bore them lightly to the shallop nigh;