The teeming antelope and ostrich stray:
The large-eyed mother of the herd, that flies
Man’s noisy haunts, here finds a sure retreat,
Here tends her clustering young, till age supplies
Strength to their limbs and swiftness to their feet.
Save where the swelling stream hath swept those walls,
And giv’n their deep foundations to the light
(As the retouching pencil that recalls
A long-lost picture to the raptur’d sight:)
Save where the rains have wash’d the gather’d sand,