"It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk
The dew that lay upon the morning grass;
There is no rustling in the lofty elm
That canopies my dwelling, and its shade scarce cools me.
All is silent save the faint and interrupted murmur of the bee,
Settling on the sick flowers, and then again instantly on the wing."
William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
"All conquering Heat, O, intermit thy wrath!
And on my throbbing temples, potent thus,
Beam not so fierce!
James Thomson (1700-1748)