The turn of noontide has begun. <br />In the weak breeze the sunshine yields. <br />There is a bell upon the fields. <br />On the long hedgerow's tangled run <br />A low white cottage intervenes: <br />Against the wall a blind man leans, <br />And sways his face to have the sun. <br />Our horses' hoofs stir in the road, <br />Quiet and sharp. Light hath a song <br />Whose silence, being heard, seems long. <br />The point of noon maketh abode, <br />And will not be at once gone through. <br />The sky's deep colour saddens you, <br />And the heat weighs a dreamy load.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-half-way-pause/
