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/ I found myself among the trees / What time the reapers ceased to reap; / And in the sunflower-blooms the bees / Huddled brown heads and went to sleep, / Rocked by the balsam-breathing breeze.
/ I saw the red fox leave his lair, / A shaggy shadow, on the knoll; / And tunneling his thoroughfare / Beneath the soil, I watched the mole -- / Stealth's own self could not take more care.
/ I heard the death-moth tick and stir, / Slow-honeycombing through the bark; / I heard the cricket's drowsy chirr, / And one lone beetle burr the dark -- / The sleeping woodland seemed to purr.
/ And then the moon rose: and one white / Low bough of blossoms -- grown almost / Where, ere you died, 'twas our delight / To meet, -- dear heart! -- I thought your ghost. / The wood is haunted since that night.