The Fold

Behold, 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!