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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Crickets at Dawn

Leonora Speyer

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 softly,

One by one.