Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
II. Light: Day: NightNoontide
John Leyden (17751811)B
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,
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:
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,
And wondered what thy chirping song might say,
When naught was heard along the blossomed lea,
To join thy music, save the listless bee.