Spread o’er the plain, by the sweet frenzy seiz’d.
Look, how she pants! and o’er yon opening glade
Slips glancing by! while, at the farther end,
The puzzled pack unravel wile by wile,
Maze within maze. The covert’s utmost bound
Slily she skirts; behind them cautious creeps;
And in that very track, so lately stain’d
By all the steaming crowd, seems to pursue
The foe she flies. Let cavilers deny
That brutes have reason; sure ’tis something more,