I scarcely saw the great gold-Sharded beetles that hummed and glanced in the mellow sun-light.
"Hoosier Mosaics"
Maurice Thompson
Within the world these sounds were heard alone, Save when the ruffian wind swept from the sky, Making each tree like some sad spirit sigh; Or shook the clumsy beetle from its weed, That, in the drowsy darkness, bungling by, Sharded the silence with its feverish speed.
"Kentucky Poems"
Madison J. Cawein Commentator: Edmund Gosse