His free-born vigor, yet unbroke,
To lordly man’s usurping yoke,
The bounding colt forgets to play,
Basking beneath the noontide ray,
And stretch’d among the daisies pied,
Of a green dingle’s sloping side;
While far beneath, where Nature spreads
Her boundless length of level meads,
In loose luxuriance taught to stray,
A thousand tumbling rills inlay