The old gilt vane and spire receive br The last beam eastward striking; br The first shy bat to peep at eve br Has found her to his liking. br The western heaven is dull and grey, br The last red glow has followed day. br The late, last rook is housed and will br With cronies lie till morrow; br If there's a rook loquacious still br In dream he hunts a furrow, br And flaps behind a spectre team, br Or ghostly scarecrows walk his dream.