Methinks our chase is at an end
Through these long lanes of Arcadie!
Nay, still she canters down the lane
With floating skirt and loosened rein.
We've traveled all this summer land,
And still we mount and gallop on;
Sometimes she turns and waves her hand,
A challenge to old Cheveron.
Through all this land of Arcadie
She leads old Cheveron and me,