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Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл)

The Fold

    B E H O L D, 
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.

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! 

Alice Meynell's other poems:
  1. A Letter from a Girl to Her Own Old Age
  2. Builders of Ruins
  3. The Shepherdess
  4. A Poet of One Mood
  5. Cradle-Song at Twilight

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