Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | When Plaintively and Near the Cricket Sings | | By Nora May French |
| | | NOW evening comes. Now stirs my discontent … | |
| Oh, ache of smallest, unforgotten things! | |
| How sharp you are when day and dark are blent, | |
| When beetles hurry by with vibrant wings, | |
| And plaintively and near the cricket sings. | 5 |
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| The sighing garden calls me from the door; | |
| Above the hills a little crescent swings— | |
| Above the path where you will come no more | |
| When beetles hurry by on vibrant wings, | |
| And plaintively and near the cricket sings. | 10 | | | |
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