The Cricket Sang, Poem by Emily Dickinson

The Cricket Sang,

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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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
* Sunprincess * 09 June 2016

..........the crickets always love to sing in the forest where I live....great write ★

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Whitney Nicole Albright* 26 September 2008

She is my favorite poet.

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Amherst / Massachusetts
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