A Midsummer Noon in theAustralian Forest by Charles Harpur (1813-1868)
Not a sound disturbs the air,
There is quiet everywhere;
Over plains and over woods
What a mighty stillness broods!
Over plains and over woods
What a mighty stillness broods!
All the birds and insects keep
Where the coolest shadows sleep;
Even the busy ants are found
Resting in their pebbled mound;
Even the locust clingeth now
Silent to the barky bough:
Over hills and over plains
Quiet, vast and slumbrous, reigns.
Where the coolest shadows sleep;
Even the busy ants are found
Resting in their pebbled mound;
Even the locust clingeth now
Silent to the barky bough:
Over hills and over plains
Quiet, vast and slumbrous, reigns.
Only there\’s a drowsy humming
From the yon warm lagoon slow coming:
\’Tis the dragon-hornet – see!
All bedaubed resplendently.
From the yon warm lagoon slow coming:
\’Tis the dragon-hornet – see!
All bedaubed resplendently.
O \’tis easeful here to lie
Hidden from noon\’s scorching eye,
In this grassy cool recess
Musing thus of quietness.
Hidden from noon\’s scorching eye,
In this grassy cool recess
Musing thus of quietness.
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