Came summer like a flood, did never greediest gardener

Make blossoms further:

Sunday meant lakes for many, a browner body,

Beauty from burning:

Far out in the water two heads discussed the position,

Out of the reeds like a fowl jumped the undressed German,

And Stephen signalled from the sand dunes like a wooden madman

'Destroy this temple.'

It did fall. The quick hare died to the hounds' hot breathing,

The Jewess fled shouthwards

W.H. Auden, from the first of Six Odes (January 1931)