Night, the cricket and cicada choir,
Dusk is flowing into sweet late summer
Veiled the sumac and Virginia creeper
Which by daylight fail into a crimson
More beautiful in their degeneration,
Oppose the green in generous contention
Day by day the sun declines and less
The noon parabola, the days regress
Clear and bright the sky in loveliness
This enough, to see it and no more
To know what final flourishing is for
The secrets that we keep in trust restore