THE HARE. IS instinct that directs the jealous Hare To choose her soft abode. With steps reversed Their moving camp; now, on some cooler hill, With cedars crown'd, court the refreshing breeze; And then below, where trickling streams distil And feed their thirsting flocks: so the wise hares Oft quit their seats, lest some more curious eye Should mark their haunts, and by dark treacherous wiles Plot their destruction; or, perchance in hopes Of plenteous forage, near the ranker mead Or matted grass, wary and close they sit. When Spring shines forth, season of love and joy, Deluge the vale, in the dry crumbling bank THE HARE. Their forms they delve, and cautiously avoid In the long grass they skulk, or shrinking creep SOMERVILLE. TO A WILD DEER; IN THE FOREST OF DALNESS, GLEN-ETIVE, ARGYLESHIRE. IT couch of repose for a pilgrim like thee! With rock-wall encircled with precipice Which, awoke by the sun, thou canst clear at a bound. 'Mid the fern and the heather kind Nature doth keep One bright spot of green for her favourite's sleep; And close to that covert, as clear as the skies When their blue depths are cloudless, a little lake lies, And away in the midst of his roundelay springs; 'Mid the flowers of the heath, not more bright than himself, The wild-bee is busy, a musical elf— Then starts from his labour, unwearied and gay, And, circling his antlers, booms far, far away. |