[00:02.435]No life in earth[00:05.633]Or air or sky[00:09.338]The sunbeams broken silently[00:12.721]On the bared rocks around me lie[00:16.47]Cold rocks with half warmed lichens scarred[00:20.473]And scales of moss[00:23.130]And scarce a yard[00:26.469]Away one long strip yellow barred[00:32.658]Lost in a cleft[00:35.559]'Tis but a stride[00:37.978]To reach it[00:39.202]Thrust its roots aside[00:42.384]And lift it on thy stick astride[00:54.953]For round thee[00:56.403]Thrilling air and space[00:58.261]A chattering terror fills the place[01:02.863]A sound as of dry bones that stir[01:06.212]In the dead valley[01:07.730]By yon fir[01:09.831]The locust stops its noonday whir[01:13.273]The wild bird hears[01:16.686]Smote with the sound[01:32.558]As if by bullet brought to ground[01:35.908]On broken wing dips[01:38.38]Wheeling round[01:39.192]The hare transfixed with trembling lip