Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

The Cricket Sang,

Poem by Emily Dickinson

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 about The Cricket Sang, by Emily Dickinson

  • * Sunprincess * (6/9/2016 7:13:00 PM)

    ..........the crickets always love to sing in the forest where I live....great write ★(Report)Reply

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  • Whitney Nicole Albright* (9/26/2008 11:06:00 AM)

    She is my favorite poet.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

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