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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!