Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?
Gray and ghostly shadows are gliding thro’ the brake;
Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn,
Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.

Robin Hood is here again; all his merry thieves
Hear a ghostly bugle-note shivering thro’ the leaves,
Calling as he used to call, faint and...