At length it comes among the forest oaks
With sobbing ebbs & uproar gathering high
The scared hoarse raven on its cradle croaks
& stock dove flocks in hurried terrors fly
While the blue hawk hangs oer them in the sky
The hedger hastens from the storm begun
To seek a shelter that may keep him dry
& foresters low bent the wind to shun
Scarce hear amid the strife the poachers muttering
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