A Noon Interval

A deep, delicious hush in earth and sky --
A gracious lull--since, from its wakening,
The morn has been a feverish, restless thing
In which the pulse of Summer ran too high

by James Whitcomb Riley Click to read full poem

Comments (8)

I am all in favor of poets at play with words like they're fingerpaints: - - - -A deep, delicious hush - - - - - - - - -The morn has been a feverish, restless thing - - - - - - - -the pulse of Summer ran too high- - - - - - - - - -as an o'erjoyed child may cease to sing- - - - - - - - - -A loathful silence wherein all sounds fail - - - -Like loitering sounds of some roundelay... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lovely words, lovely sounds, lovely images
Simply a Superb Sonnet!
The morn has been a feverish restless thing In which the pulse of summer ran too high Simply superb imagery displayed in this fantastic poem. Thanks for sharing it here,
Wonderfully sculptured piece of work.
Awesome poem and you deserve this POTD honour.
Beautifully expressed... This is truly a great work.
this poem makes the water of my child flow like the mighty mississippi keep up the good work
With the muse of the wand waves of nature. Nice work.