The Fold
The time is now! Bring back, bring back
Thy flocks of fancies, wild of whim.
O lead them from the mountain-track
      Thy frolic thoughts untold.
O bring them in—the fields grow dim—
      And let me be the fold!
The time is now! Call in, O call
Thy pasturing kisses gone astray
For scattered sweets; gather them all
      To shelter from the cold.
Throng them together, close and gay,
      And let me be the fold!

Webpage © 2001 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (
Created April 8, 2001; not revised.