Enough! exclaim'd
The Knight, springing with ardor from the bank,
Enough! our prize is found! and wealth and rank,
And bright ZULEDA's smiles, are now DE COURCI's!
Thus speaking, to his lips he fix'd a bugle,
Whose piercing sounds ten thousand echoes bore
On airy wings, through the surrounding woods.
The signal heard, six  obey'd its voice,
And spurr'd their horses headlong through the glades.
For these OSMIDA stay'd not. The false Knight
No sooner spoke his joy, than, like a fawn
Who from the neighb'ring thicket hears the voice.
Of the fierce wolf — she bounding left her seat,
And fled to safer shades. A starting star
Less rapid cleaves the air, when  Night
Shews on her wanton breast his lucid trail.