text:  "It served him too of evenings: On a sudden he would rise From book or simple music And awake his hawk's large eyes (_Almost as large as Mabel's_) Teasing out its dumb replies "In sulky sidelong glances And reluctantly flapp'd wings Or looks of slow communion To the lightsome questionings That broke the drowsy sameness And the sense like fear which springs "At night when we are conscious Of our distance from the strife Of cities; and the memory Of the spirit of all things rife _Endues the chairs and tables With a disagreeable life_