On a wet summer

[ZaunköniG]

On a wet summer

All ye who far from town, in rural hall,
Like me, were wont to dwell near pleasant field,
Enjoying all the sunny day did yield,
With me the change lament, in irksome thrall,

By rains incessant held; for now no call
From early swain invites my hand to wield
The scythe; in parlour dim I sit conceal'd,
And mark the lessening sand from hourglass fall:

Or' neath my window view the wistful train
Of dripping poultry, whom the vine's broad leaves
Shelter no more. - Mute is the mournful plain;

Silent the swallow sits beneath the thatch,
And vacant hind hangs pensive o'er his hatch,
Counting the frequent drop from reeded eaves.