Orchestrations

Calm thyself...ever anxious heart,
And hear the air by crickets churn
In praise of every midnight art
From undercroft to vaulted urn...
Claiming spring is here, with the moon,
To waft themselves from eye to eye
From now until the end of June
When summer brings an arid sky
To breathe new heat into the night...
Enchanting lovers out of doors
To see some new romantic sight
That every lusty sense explores
Whenever crickets write the score
All midnight lovers...keenly adore!