Poem by Alice Meynell

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.

    Behold, 
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! 

1. A Poet's Wife
2. Beyond Knowledge
3. The Two Poets
4. The Launch
5. To the Body

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