But soon, like specks, the lily-white necks
Will float before my eye.
Ha! ha! I’ll pause upon this height;
The village is all in view;
The two-legged bodies are still to-night,
And I’ll the game pursue.
But hark!—I hear a sound, I fear—
’Tis surely not yet day—
O! ’tis the sound of the opening hound—