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“ But what's the Thorn? and what's the Pond?
I've heard, the moss is spotted red
And some had sworn an oath that she Should be to public justice brought; . And for the little infant's bones With spades they would have sought. But then the beauteous Hill of moss Before their eyes began to stir; And for full fifty yards around, The grass,-it shook upon the ground; But all do still aver The little Babe is buried there, Beneath that Hill of moss so fair.
I cannot tell how this may be : But plain it is, the Thorn is bound With heavy tufts of moss, that strive To drag it to the ground; And this I know, full many a time, When she was on the mountain high, By day, and in the silent night, When all the stars shone clear and bright, That I have heard her cry, “ Oh misery! oh misery! Oh woe is me! oh misery!"
Hart-Leap Well is a small spring of water, about five miles from Richmond in
Yorkshire, and near the side of the road which leads from Richmond to Askrigg. Its name is derived from a remarkable Chase, the memory of which is preserved by the monuments spoken of in the second Part of the following Poem, which monuments do now exist as I have there described them.
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley moor
“ Another Horse!”—That shout the Vassal heard,
Joy sparkled in the praucing Courser's eyes ;
A rout this morning left Sir Walter's Hall,
Sir Walter, restless as a veering wind,
The Knight hallooed, he chid and cheered them on With suppliant gestures and upbraidings stern; But breath and eye-sight fail ; and, one by one, The Dogs are stretched among the mountain fern.
Where is the throng, the tumult of the race?
The poor Hart toils along the mountain side;
Dismounting then, he leaned against a thorn; He had no follower, Dog, nor Man, nor Boy: He neither smacked his whip, nor blew his horn, But gazed upon the spoil with silent joy. .
Close to the thorn on which Sir Walter leaned,
Upon his side the Hart was lying stretched :
And now, too happy for repose or rest,