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