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A day of torpor in the sullen heat / Of Summer's passion: In the sluggish stream / The panting cattle lave their lazy feet, / With drowsy eyes, and dream.
Long since the winds have died, and in the sky / There lives no cloud to hint of Nature's grief; / The sun glares ever like an evil eye, / And withers flower and leaf.