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Christopher Brennan - Summer Noon
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Fire in the heavens, and fire along the hills, 
and fire made solid in the flinty stone, 
thick-massed or scattered pebble, fire that fills 
the breathless hour that lives in fire alone. 
This valley, long ago the patient bed 
of floods that carved its antient amplitude, 
in stillness of the Egyptian crypt outspread, 
endures to drown in noon-day`s tyrant mood. 
Behind the veil of burning silence bound, 
vast life`s innumerous busy littleness 
is hushed in vague-conjectured blur of sound 
that dulls the brain with slumbrous weight, unless 
some dazzling puncture let the stridence throng 
in the cicada`s torture-point of song.
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