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The collection assembles short lyric and narrative poems that blend pastoral observation, eerie wonder, and quiet melancholy. Many pieces evoke nighttime or liminal settings, where imagination and memory animate ordinary scenes into encounters with fairies, spectres, or uncanny beauty. Voices range from whimsical to mournful, moving through snapshots of nature, domestic objects, and human regret, while formal restraint and vivid sensory detail create dreamlike moods. Recurring concerns include the power of perception, the edge between waking and dreaming, and the consolation or peril found in remembrance and fancy.
| 1ST STRANGER. | WHO walks with us on the hills? |
| 2ND STRANGER. | I cannot see for the mist. |
| 3RD STRANGER. | Running water I hear, |
| Keeping lugubrious tryst | |
| With its cresses and grasses and weeds, | |
| In the white obscure light from the sky. | |
| 2ND STRANGER. | Who walks with us on the hills? |
| WILD BIRD. | Ay!... Aye!... Ay!... |