A Summer Day .

Hill being couch and sky a sunshine roof,
Give to your eye's embrace the swelling earth
Clothed with the heavy tassels of the wheat;
And feel the consciousness tide darkly back
While shrilly the locusts edge
The hot and brassy music of the Sun.

The rural world swings at the wheel's circumference:
Here cattle upon the wall of the hill
Graze in the morning; day ripening,
The hours stray off at tangents picking flowers;
Lastly, the rim of the earth rolls up a rosy moon
And cradles the laughing stars among the trees.

—Denis Glover.