BROWNED by the sun, with face elate and joyous, Pitching hay all day in the wide and fragrant hayfields, Frank and free, careless of wealth (preferring to do something useful, and to champion the poor and aged)—) O splendid boy, with many more like thee, England might from her unclean wallowing rise again and live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS PRAYER OF A SOLDIER IN FRANCE by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER SONG: TO CELIA by PHILOSTRATUS THE INCHCAPE ROCK by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE TWO VOICES by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ASS IN THE LION'S SKIN by AESOP |