Annotations 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. Book traversal links for Full summer and at noon; from a waste-bed ‹ The love that breeds Up Your rose is dead ›
