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The evening comes, the fields are still.
The tinkle of the thirsty rill, / Unheard all day, ascends again; / Deserted is the new-reap'd grain, / Silent the sheaves! the ringing wain, / The reaper's cry, the dogs' alarms, / All housed within the sleeping farms!