The crickets sang

The Crickets sang
And set the Sun
And Workmen finished one by one
Their Seam the Day opon -

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 -