| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | I. A Sultry Summer Afternoon | | By William Green |
| | | FAR off the rook, tired by the midday beam, | |
| Caws lazily this summer afternoon; | |
| The butterflies, with wandering up and down | |
| O’er flower-bright marsh and meadow, wearied seem; | |
| With vacant gaze, lost in a waking dream, | 5 |
| We, listless, on the busy insects pore, | |
| In rapid dance uncertain, darting o’er | |
| The smooth-spread surface of the tepid stream. | |
| The air is slothful, and will scarce convey | |
| Soft sounds of idle waters to the ear: | 10 |
| In brightly-dim obscurity appear | |
| The distant hills which skirt the landscape gay; | |
| While restless fancy owns th’ unnerving sway | |
| In visions often changed, but nothing clear. | | | | |
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