Blue Noon, The. 
By Flecker, James Elroy. 


When the whole sky is vestured silken blue
With not one fleece to view,
Drown your deep eyes afar, and see you must
How the light azure dust
And speckled atoms of the polished skies
Are large blue butterflies.
The proof? Lie in a field on heavy noons,
When Nature drones and croons
And on man's distant cry or dog's far bark
Hush sets the instant mark,
Look up: when nothing earthly stirs or sings
You hear them wave their wings,
And watch the breeze their vanity awakes
Light on the heavenly lakes.
But when the shades before the sun's huge fall
In sham retreat grow tall,
Their ambushed allies, the impatient stars,
Make ready for bright wars,
And shoot ten million arrows to chastise
The tardy butterflies
Who dive in hosts toward the diving sphere
That holds the light's frontier,
And the poor vanquished, turning as they glide,
Show their gold underside.