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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.