A Midsummer Noon in the Australian Forest

Not a sound disturbs the air,
There is quiet everywhere ;
Over plains and over woods
What a mighty stillness broods !

All the birds and insects keep
Where the coolest shadows sleep ;
Even the busy ants are found
Resting in their pebbled mound ;
Even the locust clingeth now
Silent to the barky bough :
Over hills and over plains
Quiet, vast and slumbrous, reigns.

Only there 's a drowsy humming
From yon warm lagoon slow coming :
'Tis the dragon-hornet — see !
All bedaubed resplendently,
Yellow on a tawny ground —
Each rich spot nor square nor round,
Rudely heart-shaped, as it were
The blurred and hasty impress there
Of a vermeil-crusted seal,
Dusted o'er with golden meal.
Only there 's a droning where
Yon bright beetle shines in air,
Tracks it in its gleaming flight
With a slanting beam of light,
Rising in the sunshine higher,
Till its shards flame out like fire.

Every other thing is still,
Save the ever-wakeful rill,
Whose cool murmur only throws
Cooler comfort round repose ;
Or some ripple in the sea
Of leafy boughs, where, lazily,
Tired summer, in her bower
Turning with the noontide hour,
Heaves a slumbrous breath ere she
Once more slumbers peacefully.
Oh, 'tis easeful here to lie
Hidden from noon's scorching eye,

In this grassy cool recess
Musing thus of quietness.