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