Bats flit by in hood & cowl
Through the barn hole pops the owl
From the hedge in drowsy hum
Heedless buzzing beetles bum
Haunting every bushy place
Flopping in the labourers face
Now the snail hath made its ring
& the moth with snowy wing
Circles round in winding whirls
Through sweet evenings sprinkled pearls
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