A barking sound the Hunter  hears,
A cry as of a dog or fox ;
He halts - and searches with his eyes
Among the scattered rocks :
And now at distance can discern
A stirring in a brake of fern ;
And instantly a fox is seen,
Glancing through that covert green.


Freely from
William Wordsworth, Fidelity
composed 1805 - published 1807


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