Diurnal.

I         A molten ruby clear as wine             Along the east the dawning swims;         The morning-glories swing and shine,             The night dews bead their satin rims;         The bees rob sweets from shrub and vine,             The gold hangs on their limbs.                 Sweet morn, the South,                     A royal lover,                 From his fragrant mouth,                 Sweet morn, the South                     Breathes on and over         Keen scents of wild honey and rosy clover.         II         Beside the wall the roses blow             Long summer noons the winds forsake;         Beside the wall the poppies glow             So full of fire their hearts do ache;                 The dipping butterflies come slow,                     Half dreaming, half awake.                         Sweet noontide, rest,                             A slave-girl weary                         With her babe at her breast;                         Sweet noontide, rest,                             The day grows dreary         As soft limbs that are tired and eyes that are teary.         III                 Along lone paths the cricket cries                     Sad summer nights that know the dew;                 One mad star thwart the heavens flies                     Curved glittering on the glassy blue;                 Now grows the big moon on the skies.                     The stars are faint and few.                         Sweet night, breathe thou                             With a passion taken                         From a Romeo's vow;                         Sweet night, breathe thou                             Like a beauty shaken         Of amorous dreams that have made her waken.