The Potter’s Luck, I

It was the summer’s prime, and all the court Were in the royal forest at their sport, Hunting the hare to please the merry king, Driving the game, and shooting on the wing; Pages, and hounds, and troops of gentlemen With horns that rung the echoes from the glen; Ladies and lords with plumes and scarlet cloaks, Sweeping across the shadows of the oaks.