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... equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illis
- WHEN day declining sheds a milder gleam,
- What time the may-fly haunts the pool or stream;
- When the still owl skims round the grassy mead,
- What time the timorous hare limps forth to feed;
- Then be the time to steal adown the vale,
- And listen to the vagrant cuckoo's tale;
- To hear the clamorous curlew call his mate,
- Or the soft quail his tender pain relate;
- To see the swallow sweep the dark'ning plain
- Belated, to support her infant train;
- To mark the swift in rapid giddy ring
- Dash round the steeple, unsubdu'd of wing:
- Amusive birds!--say where your hid retreat
- When the frost rages and the tempests beat;
- Whence your return, by such nice instinct led
- When spring, soft season, lifts her bloomy head?
- Such baffled searches mock man's prying pride,
- The God of Nature is your secret guide!
- While deep'ning shades obscure the face of day,
- To yonder bench leaf-shelter'd let us stray,
- Till blended objects fail the swimming sight,
- And all the facing landscape sinks in night;
- To hear the drowsy dor* come brushing by
- With buzzing wing, or the shrill cricket cry;
- To see the feeding bat glance through the wood;
- To catch the distant falling of the flood;
- While o'er the cliff th'awaken'd churn-owl hung
- Through the still gloom protracts his chattering song;
- While high in air, and pois'd upon his wings,
- Unseen, the soft enamour'd woodlark sings:
- These, Nature's works, the curious mind employ,
- Inspire a soothing melancholy joy:
- As fancy warms, a pleasing kind of pain
- Steals o'er the cheek, and thrills the creeping vein!
- Each rural sight, each sound, each smell, combine;
- The tinkling sheep-bell, or the breath of kine;
- The new-mown hay that scents the swelling breeze,
- Or cottage-chimney smoking through the trees.
- The chilling night-dews fall:--away, retire;
- For see, the glow-worm lights her amorous fire!
- Thus, e'er night's veil had half obscur'd the sky,
- Th'impatient damsel hung her lamp on high:
- True to the signal, by love's meteor led,
- Leander hasten'd to his Hero's bed.
- Gilbert White
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