SUMMER
Reading edition
IN blatant light the grasses look Like bronzen swords of green, The hillock-tops simmer and smoke, The stark road thrusts between. No mild opacity of cloud Transmutes the harshness, where Like stars of newly spattered blood Kempt cottage flowers stare. A blast of Hell gets up to flout The sharp metallic trees, And hungry insects haste about Their cruel purposes.
D. E. A. WALLACE (SOMERVILLE)