The noble hart at bay, now the far horn,
A little vex’d at losing of the hunt,
A little at the vile occasion, rode, 235
By ups and downs, through many a grassy glade
And valley, with fix’d eye following the three.
At last they issued from the world of wood,
And climb’d upon a fair and even ridge,
And show’d themselves against the sky, and sank. 240
And thither came Geraint, and underneath
Beheld the long street of a little town