See! the pale autumn dawn Is faint, upon the lawn That lies in powdered white Of hoar-frost dight And now from tree to tree The ghostly mist we see Hung like a silver pall To hallow all. It wreathes the burdened air So strangely everywhere That I could almost fear This silence drear Where no one song-bird sings And dream that wizard things Mighty for hate or love Were close above. White as the fog and fair Drifting through the middle air In magic dances dread Over my head. Yet these should know me too Lover and bondman true, One that has honoured well The mystic spell Of earth's most solemn hours Wherein the ancient powers Of dryad, elf, or faun Or leprechaun Oft have their faces shown To me that walked alone Seashore or haunted fen Or mountain glen Wherefore I will not fear To walk the woodlands sere Into this autumn day Far, far away.
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