William Butler Yeats - 4. The d**h of the Hare lyrics

I have pointed out the yelling pack, The hare leap to the wood, And when I pa** a compliment Rejoice as lover should At the drooping of an eye, At the mantling of the blood. Then suddenly my heart is wrung By her distracted air And I remember wildness lost And after, swept from there, Am set down standing in the wood At the d**h of the hare.