Page:The white doe of Rylstone - or, The fate of the Nortons. A poem (IA whitedoeofrylsto00wordrich).pdf/55

 For we must fall, both we and ours,- This Mansion and these pleasant bowers; Walks, pools, and arbours, homestead, hall, Our fate is theirs, will reach them all; The young Horse must forsake his manger, And learn to glory in a Stranger; The Hawk forget his perch,—the Hound Be parted from his ancient ground: The blast will sweep us all away, One desolation, one decay! And even this Creature!” which words saying He pointed to a lovely Doc, A few steps distant, feeding, straying; Fair Creature, and more white than snow! “Even she will to her peaceful woods Return, and to her murmuring floods, And be in heart and soul the same She was before she hither came,— Ere she had learned to love us all, Herself beloved in Rylstone Hall.