The Fox-Chace, XV

The Goblin Groom has led the van O’er hill and dale, through grove and glen; And as the breast-high scent they ran, Nor yawning ditch nor boggy fen, Nor thickset-hedge, nor strong built wall, Could stop his bold career; His Elfin Steed disdained to fall, And dashed impetuous at them all, Determined each to clear. And thus he hilter skilter flew, And distanced all the huntsmen-crew; Whilst much they wondered such a steed So well could leap and take the lead.