Emily Dickinson - Evening lyrics

The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low gra** loaded with the dew, The twilight stood as strangers do With hat in hand, polite and new, To stay as if, or go. A vastness, as a neighbor, came, — A wisdom without face or name, A peace, as hemispheres at home, — And so the night became.