Chapter 18 No.18

Onward, amid the copse 'gan peep

A narrow inlet, still and deep,

Affording scarce such breadth of brim

As served the wild duck's brood to swim.

240 Lost for a space, through thickets veering,

But broader when again appearing,

Tall rocks and tufted knolls their face

Could on the dark-blue mirror trace;

And farther as the Hunt