Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG OF THE CORNFIELDS, by WILLIAM SHARP Poet's Biography First Line: For miles along the sunlit lands Last Line: Again we grow. Alternate Author Name(s): Macleod, Fiona Subject(s): Earth; Happiness; Life; Sea; World; Joy; Delight; Ocean | ||||||||
For miles along the sunlit lands We sway in waves of gold, A yellow sea that past the strands Has inland rolled. The sweet dews feed us thro' the night, The soft winds blow around; The dayshine gladders us with light And stores the ground. We feed a thousand happy birds, The field-mice have their share -- Surely to these the reaping swords Some grains can spare. The deep joy of the joyous earth, We feel it throb and thrill; The sweet return of natural mirth, Spring's miracle. All lands rejoice in us, we have A glory such as kings Might envy -- but our gold we wave For humbler things. Our golden harvest is for those Who strive and toil through life, Who feel its agonies, its throes, Its want, its strife. O'er all the broad lands 'neath the sun, We spring, we ripen, glow; The seasons change, the swift days run, -- Again we grow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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