Part Two: Nature
CVI
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, 5
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, 10
A peace, as hemispheres at home,—
And so the night became.
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