You may hear the old baron grunt and groan;
’Tis a thing of wonder, and fright, and fear,
The mastiff-bitch’s moans to hear—
And the aged cow in her stall that stands
And is milked each morning by female hands
(That the baron’s breakfast of milk and bread
May be brought betimes to the old man’s bed
Who often gives, while he is dressing,
His Christabel a father’s blessing)
That aged cow, as each stroke sounds slow,