Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BRANDENBURGH HARVEST SONG, by FRIEDRICH HEINRICH KARL DE LA MOTTE FOUQUE First Line: The corn in golden light Last Line: She is no more! Alternate Author Name(s): La Motte Fouque Subject(s): Death; Harvest; Dead, The | ||||||||
THE corn in golden light Waves o'er the plain; The sickle's gleam is bright; Full swells the grain. Now send we far around Our harvest lay! -- Alas! a heavier sound Comes o'er the day! Earth shrouds with burial sod Her soft eyes blue, -- Now o'er the gifts of God Fall tears like dew! On every breeze a knell The hamlets pour: We know its cause too well -- She is no more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND |
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