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 In sunless Hades fields. The war

Came back to mind with the moonrise

Which soldiers in the east afar

Beheld then. Nevertheless, our eyes

Could as well imagine the Crusades

Or Cæsar's battles. Everything

To faintness like those rumours fades—

Like the brook's water glittering

Under the moonlight—like those walks

Now—like us two that took them, and

The fallen apples, all the talks

And silences—like memory's sand

When the tide covers it late or soon,

And other men through other flowers

In those fields under the same moon

Go talking and have easy hours.

OCTOBER

green elm with the one great bough of gold

Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one,—

The short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white,

Harebell and scabious and tormentil,

That blackberry and gorse, in dew and sun,

Bow down to; and the wind travels too light

To shake the fallen birch leaves from the fern;

The gossamers wander at their own will.

At heavier steps than birds' the squirrels scold. 48