The Crickets 
sang
And set the 
Sun
And Workmen 
finished One by 
One 
Their Seam the 
 Day upon -

The low Grass 
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 -
	 Emily '

[on verso in pencil, by Sue:]
  I was all ear
And took in strains that
 might create a seal
Under the ribs of death

[then, upside down:]
Despair is treason
 toward man
And blasphemy
 to Heaven.