Silent Noon（1/1）

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Your hands lie open the long fresh grass,—

The fger-pots look through like rosy bloos:

Your eyes sile peace. The pasture gleas and gloos

h billog skies that scatter and aass.

All round our , far as the eye pass,

Are golden kgcup-fields with silver edge

Where the w-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.

Tis visible sileill as the hss.

Deep the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly

Hangs like a be-thread loosened fro the sky;

So this gd hour is dropt to fro above.

Oh!Csp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,

This close-panioned articute hour

When o-fold silence was the song of love.