in Thoreau’s Journal:
….also the Goldfinch twitters over oftener…. I mark again the sound of crickets or locusts about alders &c about this time when the first asters open––which makes you fruitfully meditative–– Helps condense your thoughts––like the meldews in the afternoon–– This the afternoon of the year. How apt we are to be reminded of lateness—even before the year is half spent. Such little objects check the diffuse tide of our thoughts & bring it to a head––which thrills us–– They are such fruits as music, poetry, love which humanity bears.