| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | The Cricket | | By Charles Edwin Markham (1852–1940) |
| | | THE TWILIGHT is the morning of his day. | |
| While Sleep drops seaward from the fading shore, | |
| With purpling sail and dip of silver oar, | |
| He cheers the shadowed time with roundelay, | |
| Until the dark east softens into gray. | 5 |
| Now as the noisy hours are coming—hark! | |
| His song dies gently—it is getting dark— | |
| His night with its one star is on the way. | |
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| Faintly the light breaks over the blowing oats— | |
| Sleep, little brother, sleep: I am astir. | 10 |
| Lead thou the starlit nights with shrilly notes, | |
| And I will lead the clamoring day with rhyme: | |
| We worship Song, and servants are of her— | |
| I in the bright hours, thou in shadow-time. | | | | |
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