A deep, delicious hush in earth and sky -- br A gracious lull--since, from its wakening, br The morn has been a feverish, restless thing br In which the pulse of Summer ran too high br And riotous, as though its heart went nigh br To bursting with delights past uttering: br Now--as an o'erjoyed child may cease to sing br All falteringly at play, with drowsy eye br Draining the pictures of a fairy-tale br To brim his dreams with--there comes o'er the day br A loathful silence wherein all sounds fail br Like loitering sounds of some roundelay . . . br No wakeful effort longer may avail -- br The wand waves, and the dozer sinks away.