When, up the western fierceness of scorched blue,

Great water-carrier winds their buckets bring

Brimming with freshness. How their dippers ring

And flash and rumble! lavishing dark dew

On corn and forestland, that, streaming wet,

Their hilly backs against the downpour set,

Like giants vague in view.

The butterfly, safe under leaf and flower,

Has found a roof, knowing how true thou art;

The bumble-bee, within the last half-hour,