In summer-noon flushes
When all the wood hushes,
Blue dragonflies knitting to and fro in the sun,
With sidelong jerk flitting,
Sink down on the rushes,
And, motionless sitting, hear it bubble and run,
Hear its low inward singing
With levell wings swinging on green tasselled rushes,
To dream in the sun.
-Lowell
~Lady Florimel~
