_(1) Faded the clover now;—sere and withered the grasses:
What dreams the matsumushi_[3] _in the desolate autumn-fields?_
_(2) Strangely sad, I thought, sounded the bell of evening;—
Haply that tone proclaimed the night in which autumn dies!_
_(3) Viewing this autumn-moon, I dream of my native village
Under the same soft light,—and the shadows about my home._
[3] A musical cricket—_calyptotryphus marmoratus_.