The Hunter mark’d that mountain[23] high,
The lone lake’s western boundary,
And deem’d the stag must turn to bay,[24]
Where that huge rampart barr’d the way;
Already glorying in the prize,
Measured his antlers with his eyes;
For the death wound and death halloo,
Muster’d his breath, his whinyard drew;—
But thundering as he came prepared,
With ready arm and weapon bared,