The Fox-Chace, IX

And round they gazing looked, when, lo! The Goblin Groom is seen below, Dressed as he was last night; Save that a cap, place hat, he wore, And neater looked he than before, His leathers were more tight. He strode a poney, lank and lean, That looked as if astray ’t had been: Dun was its hue, with flowing mane; The tail was black, and like a train Swept far behind the scented plain, Save, when at speed, he whisking spread It round the Goblin’s fated head; Or to the spur, the sure reply Was lashed across the Goblin’s thigh: On every side, above, below, The whisking tail was seen to flow.