Elfins Of The Autumn Night, Gather! Gather! Work'S To Do: Th Re'S The Toadstool, Plump And White, To Be Lifted Into View: And The Ghost-Flower, Like A Light, To Be Dight, And Washed White With Moon And Dew; While The Frog, From The Bog, Watchmans Us With"All Is Right." Ouphes, Come Help The Spider Spin, Stretch His Webs For Mist And Moon; Rim With Rounded Rain, Or, Thin, Curve Into A Frosty Lune: Lift The Mushroom'S Rosy Chin, Help It Win Through The Leaves That Lie Aboon; While The Cricket In The Thicket Makes Its Fairy Fiddle Din. "Lift The Mushroom'S Rosy Chin." Brim The Lichen-Cups With Rain; Blow To Feather The Goldenrods; Help The Touchmenots, A-Strain To Explode Their Ripened Pods, Sow Their Pattering Seed Again; Help To Stain Every Freckled Flower That Nods; While With Glee, In Its Tree, Chants The Owl Its Wild Refrain. Drop The Acorn In Its Place; Split And Spill The Chestnuts' Burrs; Trail The Weeds With Pixy Lace Of The Moony Gossamers; And With Tricksy Colors Trace Form And Face Of Each Leaf The Wildwood Stirs; While The Fox, 'Mid The Rocks, Barks, Or Times With Ours His Pace. Elfin, Ouphe, And Gnarly Gnome, Ye Who House The Humble-Bee, Ride The Slow Snail To Its Home, Wrap The Worm Up Silkenly; Ye Who Guard The Wild Bees' Comb, And The Dome Of The Hornets In The Tree, Hear The Call One And All Gather! Gather, Autumn'S Come!