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 TAGNANT this wintry gloom. Afar The farm-cock bugles his 'Qui vive?' The towering elms are lost in mist; Birds in the thorn-trees huddle a- whist; The mill-race waters grieve. Our shrouded day Dwindles away To final black of eve. Beyond these shades in space of air Ride exterrestrial beings by? Their colours burning rich and fair, Where noon's sunned valleys lie? With inaudible music are they sweet— Bell, hoof, soft lapsing cry?

Turn marvellous faces, each to each?— Lips innocent of sigh, Or groan or fear, sorrow and grief, Clear brow and falcon eye; Bare foot, bare shoulder in the heat, And hair like flax? Do their horses beat Their way through wildernesses infinite Of starry-crested trees, blue sward,