Closer they join; nor will the growing light
Admit of more delay—with fiery burst,
The unexpected death invades the flock;
Tumbling they lie, and beat the dashing pool,
Whilst those remoter from the fatal range
Of the swift shot, mount up on vig’rous wing,
And wake the sleeping echoes as they fly.
Quick on the floating spoil my spaniels rush,
And drag them to the shore.