Disgust and horror touched the heart
To see the bones all fleshless start
In a frame so lank and wan;
We thought him some starved fisher torn
From the whelming stream, by famine worn,
And left but the wreck of man.
We asked if he had chanced to see
A swift-paced chieftain go,
With two fleet hounds, across the lea,
Behind a fair young doe.