{"id":816,"date":"2013-08-25T21:30:22","date_gmt":"2013-08-26T04:30:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=816"},"modified":"2017-09-06T14:53:55","modified_gmt":"2017-09-06T21:53:55","slug":"0825","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/08\/25\/0825\/","title":{"rendered":"0825"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/082013\/0825.png\" \/><\/p>\n<p>0825<br \/>\nA Cornish bumblebee<\/p>\n<p><strong>An August Midnight <\/strong><br \/>\nBy Thomas Hardy<\/p>\n<p>I<br \/>\nA shaded lamp and a waving blind,<br \/>\nAnd the beat of a clock from a distant floor:<br \/>\nOn this scene enter&#8211;winged, horned, and spined &#8211;<br \/>\nA longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore;<br \/>\nWhile &#8216;mid my page there idly stands<br \/>\nA sleepy fly, that rubs its hands . . .<\/p>\n<p>II<br \/>\nThus meet we five, in this still place,<br \/>\nAt this point of time, at this point in space.<br \/>\n&#8211; My guests parade my new-penned ink,<br \/>\nOr bang at the lamp-glass, whirl, and sink.<br \/>\n&#8220;God&#8217;s humblest, they!&#8221; I muse. Yet why?<br \/>\nThey know Earth-secrets that know not I.<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"0825 A Cornish bumblebee An August Midnight By Thomas Hardy I A shaded lamp and a waving blind, And the beat of a clock from a distant floor: On this scene enter--winged, horned, and spined - A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore; While \\'mid my page there idly stands A sleepy fly, that rubs its hands . . . II Thus meet we five, in this still place, At this point of time, at this point in space. - My guests parade my new-penned ink, Or bang at the lamp-glass, whirl, and sink. \\\"God\\'s humblest, they!\\\" I muse. Yet why? They know Earth-secrets that know not I.\", \"UK English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>0825 A Cornish bumblebee An August Midnight By Thomas Hardy I A shaded lamp and a waving blind, And the beat of a clock from a distant floor: On this scene enter&#8211;winged, horned, and spined &#8211; A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore; While &#8216;mid my page there idly stands A sleepy fly, that rubs &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/08\/25\/0825\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">0825<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[51,76],"class_list":["post-816","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-classic","tag-animals","tag-time"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/816"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=816"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/816\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":817,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/816\/revisions\/817"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=816"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=816"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=816"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}