Evening.

Kate! if e'er thy light foot lingers      On the lawn, when up the fells     Steals the Dark, and fairy fingers      Close unseen the pimpernels:     When, his thighs with sweetness laden,      From the meadow comes the bee,     And the lover and the maiden      Stand beneath the trysting tree:-     Lingers on, till stars unnumber'd      Tremble in the breeze-swept tarn,     And the bat that all day slumber'd      Flits about the lonely barn;     And the shapes that shrink from garish      Noon are peopling cairn and lea;     And thy sire is almost bearish      If kept waiting for his tea:-     And the screech-owl scares the peasant      As he skirts some churchyard drear;     And the goblins whisper pleasant      Tales in Miss Rossetti's ear;     Importuning her in strangest,      Sweetest tones to buy their fruits:-     O be careful that thou changest,      On returning home, thy boots.