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October twilight.
His hound with trailing ears, and muzzle dropt,
Follows some winding scent. From the gray east,
Twilight, up-glancing with dim fearful eyes,
Warns me away.
The dusk sits like a bird
Up in the tree-tops, and swart, elvish shadows
Dart from the wooded pathways. Wraith of day!
Through thy transparent robes the stars are plain;
Along those swelling mounds that look like graves,
Where flowers grow thick in June, thy step falls soft
As the dropt leaves; amid the faded brakes
The wind, retreating, hides, and cowering there,
Whines at thy coming like a hound afraid.
Follows some winding scent. From the gray east,
Twilight, up-glancing with dim fearful eyes,
Warns me away.
The dusk sits like a bird
Up in the tree-tops, and swart, elvish shadows
Dart from the wooded pathways. Wraith of day!
Through thy transparent robes the stars are plain;
Along those swelling mounds that look like graves,
Where flowers grow thick in June, thy step falls soft
As the dropt leaves; amid the faded brakes
The wind, retreating, hides, and cowering there,
Whines at thy coming like a hound afraid.
