“By Him whose word is truth! I swear,
No other favor will I wear,
Till this sad token I imbrue
In the best blood of Roderick Dhu.
—But hark! what means yon faint halloo?
The chase is up,—but they shall know,
The stag at bay’s a dangerous foe.”
Barr’d from the known but guarded way,
Through copse and cliffs Fitz-James must stray,
And oft must change his desperate track,