Noontide. John Leyden (1775-1811). II. Light: Day: Night. Bliss Carman, et al., eds. 1904. The World's Best Poetry. V. Nature

Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume V. Nature. 1904.

II. Light: Day: Night

Noontide

John Leyden (1775–1811)


BENEATH a shivering canopy reclined,
Of aspen-leaves that wave without a wind,
I love to lie, when lulling breezes stir
The spiry cones that tremble on the fir;
Or wander mid the dark-green fields of broom,	5
When peers in scattered tufts the yellow bloom;
Or trace the path with tangling furze o’errun,
When bursting seed-bells crackle in the sun,
And pittering grasshoppers, confus’dly shrill,
Pipe giddily along the glowing hill:	10
Sweet grasshopper, who lov’st at noon to lie
Serenely in the green-ribbed clover’s eye,
To sun thy filmy wings and emerald vest,
Unseen thy form, and undisturbed thy rest,
Oft have I listening mused the sultry day,	15
And wondered what thy chirping song might say,
When naught was heard along the blossomed lea,
To join thy music, save the listless bee.