A whole population was idle in the Park, and it seemed, in the fierce calm of the sunlight, that of all the strenuous weekday vitality of the district only a murmurous hush remained.
Beyond this the path wound through a forest of fir, where a wood wind wove its murmurous spell and a wood brook dimpled pellucidly among the shadows—the dear, companionable, elfin shadows—that lurked under the low growing boughs.
The hushed air was threaded with a murmurous refrain of minstrel winds and waves.
Leaving the water-side, where rushes stood thick and tall in a stream that was becoming sluggish and low, he wandered country-wards, crossed a field or two of pasturage already looking dusty and parched, and thrust into the great sea of wheat, yellow, wavy, and murmurous, full of quiet motion and small whisperings.
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, , Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, , But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet , Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; 、、 White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; ; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; ; And mid-May's eldest child, , The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, , The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
