The dawn departs, the morning is begun, The trades come whispering from off the seas, The fields of corn are golden in the sun, The dark-brown tassels fluttering in the breeze; The bell is sounding and the children pass, Frog-leaping, skipping, shouting, laughing shrill, Down the red road, over the pasture-grass, Up to the school-house crumbling on the hill. The older folk are at their peaceful toil, Some pulling up the weeds, some plucking corn, And others breaking up the sun-baked soil. Float, faintly-scented breeze, at early morn Over the earth where mortals sow and reap- Beneath its breast my mother lies asleep | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES TO WILLIAM LINLEY WHILE HE SANG A SONG TO PURCELL'S MUSIC by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BACCHUS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON BROOKLYN BRIDGE by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS SATIRE: 4 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS T.T. IN COMMENDATION OF THE AUTHOR HIS WORKE by RICHARD BARNFIELD DEAD LETTERS (T.L.H.) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE EARTH AND MAN by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE EPITAPH (9) by GABRIELLO CHIABRERA TALES OF THE HALL: BOOK 10. THE OLD BACHELOR by GEORGE CRABBE |