“And from the phlox and mignonette Rich attars drift on every hand; And when star-vestured twilight comes The pale moths weave a saraband. And crickets in the aisles of grass With their clear fifing pierce the hush; And somewhere you many hear anear The passion of the hermit thrush.” HandsNightPassionStarsDarknessRichClearGrassSunsetTwilightPaleCricketPierceAisleMothsHushHermitsThrush Author:Clinton Scollard