Troop home to silents grots and caves! br Troop home! And mimic as you go br The mournful winding of the waves br Which to their dark abysses flow! br br At this sweet hour, all things beside br In amourous pairs to covert creep; br The swans that brush the evening tide br Homeward and snowy couples keep; br br In his green den the murmuring seal br Close by his sleek companion lies; br While singly we to bedward steal, br And close in fruitless sleep our eyes.