When chirping crickets fainter cry, <br />And pale stars blossom in the sky, <br />And twilight's gloom has dimmed the bloom <br />And blurred the butterfly: <br /> <br />When locust-blossoms fleck the walk, <br />And up the tiger-lily stalk <br />The glow-worm crawls and clings and falls <br />And glimmers down the garden-walls: <br /> <br />When buzzing things, with double wings <br />Of crisp and raspish flutterings, <br />Go whizzing by so very nigh <br />One thinks of fangs and stings:-- <br /> <br />O then, within, is stilled the din <br />Of crib she rocks the baby in, <br />And heart and gate and latch's weight <br />Are lifted--and the lips of Kate.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-at-night/
