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Over the farm is brooding silence now,—
No bleat of sheep, no distant low of cow,
No bragging cock from littered farmyard crows,—
The scene is steeped in silence and repose.
A trembling haze hangs over all the fields,—
The panting cattle in the river stand,
It seems a Sabbath through the drowsy land;
The leaves are motionless, the song-birds mute;
The very air seems somnolent and sick:
Show in the sunshine all their clusters thick,
The sky has but one solitary cloud
Like a dark island in a sea of ligh..,
Seem fairly dancing in my dazzled sight,
That solitary cloud grows dark and wide,
A fitful ripple breaks the river's tide,—
The lazy cattle are no longer there,
Darker and wider spreading o'er the west
And mirrored turrets on the river's breast,
Closer and brighter glares the lightning's flash,
And louder, nearer sounds the thunder's crash.
The air of evening is intensely hot,
Now sullen rain-drops patter down like shot,
A sultry lull, and then a gust again,—
And now I see the thick advancing rain!
It fairly hisses as it drives along,
And where it strikes breaks up in silvery spray As if't were dancing to the fitful song
Made by the trees, which twist themselves and sway-
And now, the sudden, fitful storm has fled,
In massive shadow tipped with purplish red,
And on the bosom of yon still lagoon
I see the crescent of the pallid moon.
James Barron Hope.
gWEET is the voice that calls
Among the stubbled corn
The blithe quail pipes at morn.
And glittering insects gleam
Above the reedy stream,
At eve, cool shadows fall
Across the garden wall, And on the clustered grapes to purple turning;
And pearly vapors lie
Along the eastern sky, Where the broad harvest-moon is redly burning.
Ah, soon on field and hill
The wind shall whistle chill. And patriarch swallows call their flocks together,
To fly from frost and snow.
And seek for lands where blow
The cricket chirps all day,
"O fairest summer, stay!" The squirrel eyes askance the chestnuts browning;
The wild fowl fly afar
Above the foamy bar, And hasten southward ere the skies are frowning.