Sunday, August 1, 2010
An August Midnight
A shaded lamp and a waving blind,
And the beat of a clock from a distant floor:
On this scene enter--winged, horned, and spined -
A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore;
While 'mid my page there idly stands
A sleepy fly, that rubs its hands . . .
Thus meet we five, in this still place,
At this point of time, at this point in space.
- My guests parade my new-penned ink,
Or bang at the lamp-glass, whirl, and sink.
"God's humblest, they!" I muse. Yet why?
They know Earth-secrets that know not I.
~by Thomas Hardy
*Really and truly, there are insects (although of a smaller nature) that are bugging me right now! They must be attracted to the light of my computer screen and have come through the window screen to investigate......
Happy August everyone!