Author Emily Dickinson 'T was later when the summer wentThan when the cricket came,And yet we knew that gentle clockMeant nought but going home.'T was sooner when the cricket wentThan when the winter came,Yet that pathetic pendulumKeeps esoteric time. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3.3 (3 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments