The shades of eve come slowly down,
The woods are wrapped in deeper brown,
The owl awakens from her dell,
715 The fox is heard upon the fell;
Enough remains of glimmering light
To guide the wanderer's steps aright,
Yet not enough from far to show
His figure to the watchful foe.
720 With cautious step, and ear awake,
He cl
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