P.M. Along Bottom Road to Egypt and Albany – near Sundown –
In the shadowed Bottoms –
From a swamp now I heard suddenly a rollicking bird song, like a songsparrow – shortly after the crinkling of a buggy on the road –
Desolation of hillside Houses –
At Albany when the Evening star came out in the afterglow - the moon hung in the zenith – dark windows; sound of voices; smoke pouring up from chimneys –
Silent expectancy of houses –
In the country the dark sky seem to be dissolving in the deathlike silence –
In winter houses seem only half as large as in summer
Charles E. Burchfield, Vol. 32, January 20, 1918