I Found Myself Among The Trees What Time The Reapers Ceased To Reap; And In The Sunflower-Blooms The Bees Huddled Brown Heads And Went To Sleep, Rocked By The Balsam-Breathing Breeze. I Saw The Red Fox Leave His Lair, A Shaggy Shadow, On The Knoll; And Tunneling His Thoroughfare Beneath The Soil, I Watched The Mole - Stealth'S Own Self Could Not Take More Care. I Heard The Death-Moth Tick And Stir, Slow-Honeycombing Through The Bark; I Heard The Cricket'S Drowsy Chirr, And One Lone Beetle Burr The Dark - The Sleeping Woodland Seemed To Purr. And Then The Moon Rose: And One White Low Bough Of Blossoms - Grown Almost Where, Ere You Died, 'Twas Our Delight To Meet, - Dear Heart! - I Thought Your Ghost.... The Wood Is Haunted Since That Night.