Flicker-

"After dark vapours have oppress'd our plains
For a long dreary season comes a day
Borne of the gentle south and clears away
From the sick heavens all unseemly stains.
The ancient month, relieved of it's pains
Takes as long lost right the gift of May
And, with a passing coolness plays
Like rose leaves with the gift of summer rains.
The calmest thoughts come round us, as of leaves.
Budding, fruit ripening in stillness, autumn suns
Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves.
Sappho's cheek, a smiling infant's breath,
The sand that through an hourglass runs,
A woodland rivulet, a poet's death."