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Night shift






The Ruin

When the last colours of the day
Have from their burning ebbed away,
About that ruin, cold and lone,
The cricket shrills from stone to stone;
And scattering o'er its darkened green,
Bands of the fairies may be seen,
Chattering like grasshoppers, their feet
Dancing a thistledown dance around it:
While the great gold of the mild moon
Tinges their tiny acorn shoon.

Walter de la Mare
("Peacock Pie" 1913)




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