And turning quickly round the wave-worn hill,
That towers abruptly o’er the narrow beach,
Dips her light hoofs in the unconscious wave,
And seeks the mountain-pass with lightning speed.
Hid from their sight, the scent in water lost,
The eager pack plunge headlong in the flood;
But soon recalled to duty, ’long the shore
They scour, till one more practiced than the rest,
Stops where the chase her sylvan pathway took,
And bellowing wildly, follows in her track,