The Rift lyrics

’Twas just at gnat and cobweb-time,
When yellow begins to show in the leaf,
That your old gamut changed its chime
From those true tones - of span so brief! -
That met my beats of joy, of grief,
       &nbsp As rhyme meets rhyme.

So sank I from my high sublime!
We faced but chancewise after that,
And never I knew or guessed my crime. . .
Yes; ‘twas the date - or nigh thereat -
Of the yellowing leaf; at moth and gnat
       &nbsp And cobweb-time.