第2章 II.

As Chief, who hears his warder call, 'To arms! the foemen storm the wall,'

The antlered monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste.

But ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook;Like crested leader proud and high Tossed his beamed frontlet to the sky;A moment gazed adown the dale, A moment snuffed the tainted gale, A moment listened to the cry, That thickened as the chase drew nigh;Then, as the headmost foes appeared, With one brave bound the copse he cleared, And, stretching forward free and far, Sought the wild heaths of Uam-Var.