Hawkweed and groundsel’s fanny downs
Unruffled keep their seedy crowns;
And in the oven-heated air
Not one light thing is floating there,
Save that to the earnest eye
The restless heat seems twittering by.
Noon swoons beneath the heat it made,
And flowers e’en within the shade,
Until the sun slopes in the west
Like weary traveler, glad to rest