.Voices moving in the quiet house:
Thud of feet and muffled shutting doors:
Out in the night thereâs autumn-smelling gloom
Crowded with the whispering trees;
Across the park
A hollow cry of hounds like lonely bells:
The low, red, rising moon
Now herons call
And wrangle by th.
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