Poetry Friday: The cricket sang by Emily Dickinson
Current Mood: thirsty
Current Song: Leverage score music by Joseph LoDuca
The cricket sang,
And set the sun,
And workmen finished, one by one,
Their seam the day upon.
The low grass loaded with the dew,
The twilight stood as strangers do
With hat in hand, polite and new,
To stay as if, or go.
A vastness, as a neighbor, came,-
A wisdom without face or name,
A peace, as hemispheres at home,-
And so the night became.
- Emily Dickinson
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