In haste, they through the forest, here and there, So scorned of her, still gaze with stupid face;
Like questing hound which loses sight of hare Or fox, of whom he late pursued the trace, Into close thicket, ditch, or narrow lair, Escaping from the keen pursuer's chase.
Meantime their ways the wanton Indian queen Observes, and at their wonder laughs unseen.
