When Chirping Crickets Fainter Cry, And Pale Stars Blossom In The Sky, And Twilight'S Gloom Has Dimmed The Bloom And Blurred The Butterfly: When Locust-Blossoms Fleck The Walk, And Up The Tiger-Lily Stalk The Glow-Worm Crawls And Clings And Falls And Glimmers Down The Garden-Walls: When Buzzing Things, With Double Wings Of Crisp And Raspish Flutterings, Go Whizzing By So Very Nigh One Thinks Of Fangs And Stings: - O Then, Within, Is Stilled The Din Of Crib She Rocks The Baby In, And Heart And Gate And Latch'S Weight Are Lifted - And The Lips Of Kate.