Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY LADY OF THE HARVEST, by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY First Line: A symphony: / murmurs of you Last Line: As I now adore you! Alternate Author Name(s): Cheyney, Ralph Subject(s): Harvest | ||||||||
A symphony: Murmurs of you And folk-songs chanted in the fields By half-grown girls whose thin, brown arms Weave slumberously the shroud of youth, The creak of harvest vans heavily loaded With fat casks of cool wine and cassocked grain And the sighs of housewives Who plunge plump, red arms in sudsy water Or spank apple-bottomed babies And remember when they, too, were adored As I now adore you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORM AT HOPTIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LAST MAN by ELEANOR WILNER THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME by ROBERT HERRICK HARVEST SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY ANTIQUE HARVESTERS by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THE POTATO HARVEST by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS A CHILD IS BORN by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY |
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