Noonday Upon The Alpine Meadows Pours Its Avalanche Of Light And Blazing Flowers: The Very Shadows Translucent Are And Bright. It Seems A Glory That Nought Surpasses-- Passion Of Angels In Form And Hue-- When, Lo! From The Jewelled Heaven Of The Grasses Leaps A Lightning Of Sudden Blue. Dimming The Sun-Drunk Petals, Bright Even Unto Pain, The Grasshopper Flashes, Settles, And Then Is Quenched Again.