Shall it go down, shall Night possess this place?

Let not the voice of night-Birds us afflict,

And of our mis-spent Summer us convict.

[437].

From the "Songs of Innocence"; and this is from the "Songs of Experience":

When the voices of children are heard on the green

And whisp'rings are in the dale.

The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,

My face turns green and pale.

Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,