Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
I. A Sultry Summer AfternoonWilliam Green
F
Caws lazily this summer afternoon;
The butterflies, with wandering up and down
O’er flower-bright marsh and meadow, wearied seem;
With vacant gaze, lost in a waking dream,
We, listless, on the busy insects pore,
In rapid dance uncertain, darting o’er
The smooth-spread surface of the tepid stream.
The air is slothful, and will scarce convey
Soft sounds of idle waters to the ear:
In brightly-dim obscurity appear
The distant hills which skirt the landscape gay;
While restless fancy owns th’ unnerving sway
In visions often changed, but nothing clear.