Classic Poem

Go back! Go back! on every side
The cock-grouse cried
A whistle here, a whistle there,
Sang through the air —
Yet nothing ever to be seen
Save black and green
Of that gaunt naked heatherland
On either hand,
As, down the endless turnpike, ran
The hunted man,
His sick heart with his stumbling feet
Still keeping beat,
Pit-patter, patter, patter-pat,
Pit-patter-pat!