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CRICKET by CLINTON SCOLLARD

First Line: CRICKET, CHIRRING IN THE AUTUMN TWILIGHT
Last Line: FARE FORTH SINGING!
Subject(s): CRICKET (GAME); MORTALITY; SPORTS;
CRICKET, chirring in the autumn twilight,
Little kinsman,
I, like you, the unknown path must follow
Into darkness, --
One day into darkness.
Would I might, with your ecstatic buoyance,
Fare forth singing!



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