Crickets Are A Strange Place, Cricks Of Dew Hemmed With Hoar-Frost Mushrooming By A Door. The Glens Are Fashions Of A Loom Eerie Pads Are Nightly Rooms. The Padlocks Remove The Key As Grass-Hoppers Keep The Meadow Free. A Twilight World Along The Edge At Rapier'S Length This Light, This Point At End Of The Void.