Gloaming at the close of day, And an owl calling,
Cool dews falling In a wood of oak and may.
Lantern-light, taper-light, Torchlight, no-light:
Darkness at the shut of day, And lions roaring,
Their wrath pouring In wild waste places far away.
Elf-light, bat-light, Touchwood-light and toad-light,
And the sea a shimmering gloom of gray,
And a small face smiling In a dream's beguiling
In a world of wonders far away.
Walter de la Mare
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