Night.
By John Clare
Night spreads upon the plain her ebon pall, Day seems unable to wash out the stain; A pausing truce kind nature gives to all, And fairy nations now have leave to reign: So may conjecturing Fancy think, and feign. Doubtless in tiny legions, now unseen, They venture from their dwellings once again: From keck-stalk cavity, or hollow bean, Or perfum'd bosom of pea-flower between, They to the dark green rings now haste, to meet, To dance, or pay some homage to their queen; Or journey on, some pilgrim-friend to greet. With rushy switch they urge some beetle's flight, And ride to revel, ere 'tis morning-light.
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