Long Has The Dew Been Dried On Tree And Lawn: O'Er Man And Beast A Not Unwelcome Boon Is Shed, The Languor Of Approaching Noon; To Shady Rest Withdrawing Or Withdrawn Mute Are All Creatures, As This Couchant Fawn, Save Insect-Swarms That Hum In Air Afloat, Save That The Cock Is Crowing, A Shrill Note, Startling And Shrill As That Which Roused The Dawn. Heard In That Hour, Or When, As Now, The Nerve Shrinks From The Note As From A Mistimed Thing, Oft For A Holy Warning May It Serve, Charged With Remembrance Of 'His' Sudden Sting, His Bitter Tears, Whose Name The Papal Chair And Yon Resplendent Church Are Proud To Bear.