ON the wide veranda white, In the purple failing light, Sits the master while the sun is lowly burning; And his dreamy thoughts are drowned In the softly flowing sound Of the corn-songs of the field-hands slow returning. Oh, we hoe de co'n Since de ehly mo'n; Now de sinkin' sun Says de day is done. O'er the fields with heavy tread, Light of heart and high of head, Though the halting steps be labored, slow, and weary; Still the spirits brave and strong Find a comforter in song, And their corn-song rises ever loud and cheery. Oh, we hoe de co'n Since de ehly mo'n; Now de sinkin' sun Says de day is done. To the master in his seat, Comes the burden, full and sweet, Of the mellow minor music growing clearer, As the toilers raise the hymn, Thro' the silence dusk and dim, To the cabin's restful shelter drawing nearer. Oh, we hoe de co'n Since de ehly mo'n Now de sinkin' sun Says de day is done. And a tear is in the eye Of the master sitting by, As he listens to the echoes low-replying, To the music's fading calls, As it faints away and falls Into silence, deep within the cabin dying. Oh, we hoe de co'n Since de ehly mo'n; Now de sinkin' sun Says de day is done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALEDICTION: FORBIDDING MOURNING by JOHN DONNE THE CORAL GROVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL VERSES WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF AN OLD VISITATION COPY OF ARMS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 8, SELECTION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AUGURY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CLARE'S GHOST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE PASSING BELL by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |