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MY LADY OF THE HARVEST by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY

First Line: A SYMPHONY: / MURMURS OF YOU
Last Line: AS I NOW ADORE YOU!
Subject(s): HARVEST;

A symphony:
Murmurs of you
And folk-songs chanted in the fields
By half-grown girls whose thin, brown arms
Weave slumberously the shroud of youth,
The creak of harvest vans heavily loaded
With fat casks of cool wine and cassocked grain
And the sighs of housewives
Who plunge plump, red arms in sudsy water
Or spank apple-bottomed babies
And remember when they, too, were adored
As I now adore you!



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