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As Chief, who hears his warder[7] call,

“To arms! the foemen storm the wall,”

The antler’d monarch of the waste

Sprung from his heathery[8] couch in haste.

But, ere his fleet career he took,

The dewdrops from his flanks he shook;

Like crested leader proud and high,

Toss’d his beam’d[9] frontlet to the sky;

A moment gazed adown the dale,

A moment snuff’d the tainted gale,[10]

A moment listen’d to the cry,

That thicken’d as the chase drew nigh;

Then, as the headmost foes appear’d,

With one brave bound the copse he clear’d,

And, stretching forward free and far,

Sought the wild heaths of Uam-Var.[11]