* The shadows are stealing out ; 

 the hares are shaking their ears 

 and thinking of the coming 

 ramble ; and the jar of the 

 night-hawk is heard in the fern, 

 but he will not rise yet to pursue 

 the moths ; the red cattle have 

 ceased to low ; the red stags of 

 Wolmer Forest are glad that 

 the heat of the day is past and 

 the happy cool of night is within 

 thought*— 



Richard Jeffries. 



