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WHEAT by FRANCIS ALEXANDER DEWSON

First Line: WHEN I WENT THROUGH THE RUSTLING WHEAT
Last Line: YOU MARCH AND CONQUER WITH YOUR QUIET FEET.
Subject(s): WHEAT;
When I went through the rustling wheat
I saw slim maidens with quiet feet.
I heard a shouting and I heard a praise
For the golden bounty of the sun-filled days.
I felt a breathing and I felt a rapture,
A subtle ecstacy I could not capture;
For the wheat was taking from the mother Earth
Life to its living and seed for its birth,
Joy for its living and wealth for its days,
Rustling and swaying in a rhythm of praise.
Slim and golden chorus of the lyric wheat
You march and conquer with your quiet feet.



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