Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Three: Nature 106. The cricket sang


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.