Noon. by Sophie M. (Almon) Hensley

One Poem Only · Jul 29, 2025 · 1m

Noon.

Sophie M. (Almon) Hensley 1866 – 1913

No ripple stirs the water,

No song-bird wakes the grove,

Calm noon-tide sways his sceptre,

And hushes even love.

On earth the sun-god bending

Poureth his wondrous store;

The soft-tongued tide, advancing,

Laps the unconscious shore.

The long, low isle of marsh-land

Stretches in weary waste,

By sloping sand-banks guarded,

By winding weeds embraced.

Comes clearly from the open

The splash of distant oars, -

Over the rocky headland

The snow-white sea-gull soars.

I see as if through dream-clouds,

I hear from far away.

The scorched air breathes its opiate…