A Noontide song

Shadows of clouds across the sea

Float o'er the slumb'ring deep;

Summer has crown'd a world of glee

Fallen today asleep

Butterflies gem the tranced air

Delicate winds pass by;

Over the cornland, sweet and fair,

Songs of the wavelets die

Watching the joy of drifting wings

Over a drowsy sea

Hush'd is the heart of all glad things

Breathing their joy to me

Poppies aflame on yonder hill

Peace, and an hour so blest;

Filling a world with rapture still

Lulling a soul to rest