Classic Poem

BEHOLD ,
The time is now! Bring back, bring back
Thy flocks of fancies, wild of whim.
O lead them from the mountain-track,
Thy frolic thoughts untold.
O bring them in — the fields grow dim —
And let me be the fold!

Behold,
The time is now! Call in, O call
Thy pasturing kisses gone astray
For scattered sweets; gather them all
To shelter from the cold.
Throng them together, close and gay,
And let me be the fold!