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Tuesday, 28 May 2013

When Plaintively And Near The Cricket Sings - Nora May French

Now evening comes.  Now stirs my discontent...
            Oh ache of smallest, unforgotten things!
How sharp you are when day and dark are blent,
  When beetles hurry by with vibrant wings,
  And plaintively and near the cricket sings.

The sighing garden calls me from the door;
  Above the hills a little crescent swings—
Above the path where you will come no more
  When beetles hurry by on vibrant wings,
  And plaintively and near the cricket sings.

Nora May French (1881 – 1907) USA
Source: Nora May French

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