The Fox-Chace, XII

Into the river, broad and deep, Beneath old Norham’s ruined keep, Where the descent appears most steep, The gallant pack have dashed: In likewise dashed the Elf and horse, Quite heedless of the torrent’s force; And as they stemmed the river’s course His tail the poney lashed. The Goblin Groom now screamed a scream; For Goblins hate a running stream; And, if the truth my records say, The Elfin Poney neighed a neigh.