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Summer Evening

by Walter de la Mare

The sandy cat by the Farmer’s chair

Mews at his knee for dainty fare;

Old Rover in his moss-greened house

Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse.

In the dewy fields the cattle lie

Chewing the cud ‘neath a fading sky;

Dobbin at manger pulls his hay:

Gone is another summer’s day.