Below the Sunset's Range of Rose

/ Below the sunset's range of rose, / Below the heaven's deepening blue, / Down woodways where the balsam blows, / And milkweed tufts hang, gray with dew, / A Jersey heifer stops and lows -- / The cows come home by one, by two.

/ There is no star yet: but the smell / Of hay and pennyroyal mix / With herb aromas of the dell, / Where the root-hidden cricket clicks: / Among the ironweeds a bell / Clangs near the rail-fenced clover-ricks.