The Ruin

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Title:     The Ruin
Author: Walter De la Mare [More Titles by De la Mare]

When the last colours of the day
Have from their burning ebbed away,
About that ruin, cold and lone,
The cricket shrills from stone to stone;
And scattering o'er its darkened green,
Bands of the fairies may be seen,
Chattering like grasshoppers, their feet
Dancing a thistledown dance round it:
While the great gold of the mild moon
Tinges their tiny acorn shoon.

[The end]
Walter De la Mare's poem: Ruin

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