Full summer and at noon; from a waste-bed

    NOON

    FULL summer and at noon ; from a waste bed 
    Convolvulus, musk-mallow, poppies spread 
    The triumph of the sunshine overhead. 

    Blue on refulgent ash-trees lies the heat ; 

    It tingles on the hedge-rows ; the young wheat 

    Sleeps, warm in golden verdure, at my feet. 

    The pale, sweet grasses of the hayfield blink ; 
    The heath-moors, as the bees of honey drink. 
    Suck the deep bosom of the day. To think 

    Of all that beauty by the light defined 

    None shares my vision ! Sharply on my mind 

    Presses the sorrow : fern and flower are blind.