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First Line: Come, for here the lazy night
Last Line: Alone with the mist I linger on.
Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund
Subject(s): Autumn; Forests; Seasons; Fall; Woods

COME, for here the lazy night
With rosy camp-fires blossoms bright,
The stream half-runs with flute-like trill
Through the quaint channels of the mill
And, to accentuate the hush,
Through fine bamboo and needled rush
A water-spirit ferries. Come,
And see how kindly all's at home.
No sweeter things than these I rhyme,
And this by much their sweetest time.
Then, sweet, agree, and by this gate
Watch each one gathering to his mate,
To nest or warren, bough or byre --
The dearness answers all desire,
When all, the shepherd, dog and sheep
With sleep-like motions welcome sleep;
The elm-tree's momentary stir
And freshened sluices yield to her,
And though the fire-side shout and song
Defy her there, they will not long.

The bonfire's crackling zeal dies down,
The laughing supper-groups are gone,
The fair falls quiet in Yalding town,
Alone with the mist I linger on.

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