Realm of new gold, and blue-hot raging sun. Yellow kept kingdom of the spilling fields. Blind under burning filaments that run like blood from the bursting heads of corn. As sultry woods dapple with bluebell peals and all the summer fruits of swallows song, are shaded by kestrels, glaring overhead and jealous ponds are broken by the stares; of swollen mayflies, peering from the dead.