Nature
To a Cricket
From The Home Book of Verse (1912), ed. Burton Egbert Stevenson
Nature
Voice of summer, keen and shrill,
Chirping round my winter fire,
Of thy song I never tire,
Weary others as they will,
For thy song with summer's filled--
Filled with sunshine, filled with June;
Firelight echo of that noon
Heard in fields when all is stilled
In the golden light of May,
Bringing scents of new-mown hay,
Bees, and birds, and flowers away,
Prithee, haunt my fireside still,
Voice of summer, keen and shrill.
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Bennett, William Cox. “To a Cricket.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bennett_wc/9/.
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Bennett, William Cox. “To a Cricket.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bennett_wc/9/.
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