A stubble-lawn of undulating pins,
Relieves the wanders as they pass
Through the shifting waves of saffron beams,
As the sunlight scatters through clouded glass.
Now steamed and drowsed the squirrel sweats
And laves him in a sabulous bath of brass.
Now sun-soaked the Cicada croons
And unto verdant pallets the wild-dogs bask.

Even the sparrow had left the bee alone,
Who lingered before sauntering away.
The caterpillars swung by their branch
And the snakes all slid out to stray.
Smoking shadows waved by the weed,
The cavorting chipmunks chase its spray,
And the larks all paused for but a moment,
Then started all at once to say:

“A steaming churn blows fair and pressed
Is the languor of this sunniest day.
Often we sing sweet symphonies loud,
But never a one as today.
For allotted sighs of mellowest tones,
And the content slouch of the sunshine’s lay,
Leave us much too torpid to abscond,
From this sanguine summer soiree.

The wholly sun pants a tireless lade,
And the dews have long since stained the blades,
Every woodwind pipes as though they are alone,
And stilly stands inside the shade.
Drowses of twilled shadows wallow and swoon
Making the beclouding shadows sway
As the trees lean and groan,
And give the travelers a place to stay.

Every virtuosi composes in carouse,
And drinks the mead that gathers like rain,
That quenches the parish of arid heat
And calms the blood, swift-flown in their vein.
Comely and calming it is to see the stems sway,
Of the laurels and lilium barred in fertile lanes,
And the blond pines that cut through blankets of gray,
As the papilla of the sagacious lion’s unshorn mane.
And throughout the dales our buoyant chants did gay,
Those who stood and those who lain,
And lulled them to imbibe summer’s beams, before it were away.
For its undulating ambrosia leave us much to anesthetized to abstain
From this sanguine summer soiree.”