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...EPISTLE TO MR. MURRAY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MY NOVEMBER GUEST by ROBERT FROST THE BIRD WITH THE COPPERY, KEEN CLAWS by WALLACE STEVENS IDENTITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SAD MADRIGAL, SELECTION by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SONG by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON EPITAPH ON NICOL OF THE HIGH SCHOOL, EDINBURGH by ROBERT BURNS |