with stars, a night of shooting stars and loud insect noises Down the road to Tilbury, silence--and the slow flapping of larg leaves Down the road to Sutton, Silence--and the darkness of heavy-foliaged trees Down the road to Wayfleet, silence --and the whirring scrape of Insects in the branches. Down the road to edgartown, silence and stars like stepping-stones in a pathway overhead. It is very quiet at the cross-roads and the sign-board points the way down the four roads, endlessly points the way where nobody wishes to go A horse is galloping, gallop ing up from Sutton. Shaking the wide still leaves as he goes under them. Striking sparks with his iron shoes silencing the katydids. Dr. Morganriding to a child-birth over Tilbury way riding to deliver a woman ofher first-born son. One o clock fromwith stars, a night of shooting stars and loud insect noises. Down the road to Tilbury, silence -- and the slow flapping of large leaves. Down the road to Sutton, silence -- and the darkness of heavy-foliaged trees. Down the road to Wayfleet, silence -- and the whirring scrape of Insects in the branches. Down the road to Edgarstown, silence -- and stars like stepping-stones in a pathway overhead. It is very quiet at the cross-roads, and the sign-board points the way down the four roads, endlessly points the way where nobody wishes to go. A horse is galloping, galloping up from Sutton. Shaking the wide, still leaves as he goes under them. Striking sparks with his iron shoes; silencing the katydids. Dr. Morgan riding to a child-birth over Tilbury way; riding to deliver a woman of her first-born son. One o'clock from