Classic Poem

O, see how the red-deer boundeth,
As he hears the horn in the morning!
He leaps, as the blast resoundeth,
In his flight the hunter scorning.
And away, away, O, away,
He fleets through the forest drear:
'T is more wild freedom's play,
Than the hurried speed of fear.
He leaps, as the blast resoundeth,
In his flight the hunter scorning;
And away, away he boundeth,
As he hears the horn in the morning.
Then oho! oho! oho!
Away to chase the deer!
Oho! oho! oho!
The free, the free are here.

And on, through the forest fleeting,
He hies to the rock-built fountain,
And hears but the echo retreating
To the dells and glens of the mountain.
He stands by the welcome spring,
And looks in the mirror below,—
When hark! through the green-wood ring
The horn and the loud oho!
He leaps, as the blast resoundeth,
In his flight the hunter scorning;
And away, away he boundeth,
As he hears the horn in the morning.
Then oho! oho! oho!
Away to chase the deer!
Oho! oho! oho!
The free, the free are here.