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. To the Body
2. The Threshing Machine
3. The Fugitive
4. The Newer Vainglory
5. To Conscripts

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