Not a sound disturbs the air,
There is quiet everywhere;
Over plains and over woods
What a mighty stillness broods!
Only there’s drowsy humming
From the yon warm lagoon slow coming:
Tis the dragon-hornet – see!
All bedaubed resplendently.
O ’tis easeful here to lie
Hidden from noon’s scorching eye,
In the grassy cool recess
Musing thus of quietness.