All night the crickets chirp, Like little stars of twinkling sound In the dark silence. They sparkle through the summer stillness With a crisp rhythm: They lift the shadows on their tiny voices. But at the shining note of birds that wake, Flashing from tree to tree till all the wood is lit -- O golden coloratura of dawn!-- The cricket-stars fade slowly, One by one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...READ THE SIGNS by CLARENCE MAJOR OPPOSITES by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LAMBERT HUTCHINS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH |