An
August Midnight
A shaded lamp and a waving blind,
And the beat of a clock from a distant floor:
On this scene enter--winged, horned, and spined -
A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore;
While 'mid my page there idly stands
A sleepy fly, that rubs its hands . . .
A shaded lamp and a waving blind,
And the beat of a clock from a distant floor:
On this scene enter--winged, horned, and spined -
A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore;
While 'mid my page there idly stands
A sleepy fly, that rubs its hands . . .
Thus meet we five, in this still
place,
At this point of time, at this point in space.
- My guests parade my new-penned ink,
Or bang at the lamp-glass, whirl, and sink.
"God's humblest, they!" I muse. Yet why?
They know Earth-secrets that know not I.
At this point of time, at this point in space.
- My guests parade my new-penned ink,
Or bang at the lamp-glass, whirl, and sink.
"God's humblest, they!" I muse. Yet why?
They know Earth-secrets that know not I.
by Thomas Hardy
Farewell Sweet August
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is the owl photo yours ? i seen a owl setting on the side of a old country road ,but saddly i didnt have my camea with me . he fly away when i drove closer :( .
ReplyDeleteYes, we had 5 owls in our pine tree, but this photo was taken a couple of years ago. We were lucky to get these photos. My neighbor came over and took the pics for me since he had a much better lens on his than I had.
DeleteLovely images to go with such timeless words. Must admit to anticipating Fall weather. With our travels this summer & no garden to speak of have been reading Elizabeth Von Arnim' Elizabeth & Her German Garden to satisfy the senses.
ReplyDeleteI must check that out. I have not read that one yet.
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