<h2><SPAN name="page4"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>EVENING.</h2>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Kate</span>! if e’er
thy light foot lingers<br/>
On the lawn, when up the fells<br/>
Steals the Dark, and fairy fingers<br/>
Close unseen the pimpernels:<br/>
When, his thighs with sweetness laden,<br/>
From the meadow comes the bee,<br/>
And the lover and the maiden<br/>
Stand beneath the trysting tree:—</p>
<p class="poetry">Lingers on, till stars unnumber’d<br/>
Tremble in the breeze-swept tarn,<br/>
And the bat that all day slumber’d<br/>
Flits about the lonely barn;<br/>
<SPAN name="page5"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>And the
shapes that shrink from garish<br/>
Noon are peopling cairn and lea;<br/>
And thy sire is almost bearish<br/>
If kept waiting for his tea:—</p>
<p class="poetry">And the screech-owl scares the peasant<br/>
As he skirts some churchyard drear;<br/>
And the goblins whisper pleasant<br/>
Tales in Miss Rossetti’s ear;<br/>
Importuning her in strangest,<br/>
Sweetest tones to buy their fruits:—<br/>
O be careful that thou changest,<br/>
On returning home, thy boots.</p>
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