The dust is thick along the road; The fields are scorching in the sun; My wife has ever a bitter word To greet me when the day is done. The neighbors rest beside the gate But half their words are high and shrill. My son is over-young to help; The fields are very hard to till. But in the dusk I raise my eyes -- The poet's words come back to me: "In the moon there is a white jade gate Shadowed cool by a cassia tree." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VISION by GEORGE SANTAYANA EPISTLE IN FORM OF A BALLAD TO HIS FRIENDS by FRANCOIS VILLON BEATRICE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE OUT OF AN OLD BOOK by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON BUSSY D'AMBOIS by GEORGE CHAPMAN (1559-1634) A DEDICATORY ELEGY TO THE ... UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE by ABRAHAM COWLEY |