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sound the Shepherd hears,

A cry as of a Dog or Fox;

He halts, and searches with his eyes

Among the scattered rocks:

And now at distance can discern

A stirring in a brake of fern;

And instantly a Dog is seen,

Glancing from that covert green.

The Dog is not of mountain breed;

Its motions, too, are wild and shy;

With something, as the Shepherd thinks,

Unusual in its cry: