A Prayer

One cricket left, of summer's choir. One glow-worm, flashing life's last fire. One frog with leathern croak Beneath the oak,-- And the pool stands leaden Where November twilights deaden Day's unspent desire.

One star in heaven--East or West. One wind--a gypsy seeking rest. One prayer within my heart-- For all who part Upon Death's dark portal, With no hope of an immortal Morrow for life's quest.