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 In first fits, till with utter throes The whole wild forest lolls about: And all the fiercer clamour grows, And all the moan becomes a shout;

And mountains near and mountains far Breathe freely: and the mingled roar Is as of floods beneath some star Of storms, when shore cries unto shore.

But soon, from every hidden lair Beyond the forest tracts, in thick Wild coverts, or in deserts bare, Behold They come—renewed and quick—

The splendid fearful herds that stray By midnight, when tempestuous moons Light them to many a shadowy prey, And earth beneath the thunder swoons.

—O who at any time hath seen Sight all so fearful and so fair, Unstricken at his heart with keen Whole envy in that hour to share