Sabrina Fair. 81 



Turtle-doves, disturbed by the sound of oars from 

 their roost among the alders, flutter noisily from their 

 cover and vanish hastily on whistling wings. 



Bats skimming over the surface like phantom 

 swallows, and dipping down now and then with light 

 touch even to the water, appear for a moment as they 

 pass the boat. 



But now the light on shore looks down with welcome 

 gleam. The current will take us to our moorings. 



' Drops the light drip of the suspended oar 

 While chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more/ 



