Cricket
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!
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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