Show A Summer Siesta SONNET The cooing of a dove the winds low sigh Tho murmur of a river far away The bees low nunlc humming ceaselessly The nodding ylncs that cross tho win dow play Tho oleo of children In an arbor nigh The halfformed echoes of a reapers song That floats upon tho air so restfully Tho lowing of tho kino tho fields among Tho rumble of a train so low and deep That from tho distance gently floats along Then all combined In drowsy chorus keep Volco mingled falling gently soft then strong A gcntlo languor oer tho senses creeps And then forgetfulness and balmy sleep |