He and the wilder part of earth were secret allies from his birth. He hates to plant a sloping field which last year had a mustard-yield. Hawkweed and paintbrush on his land you'd think he'd sown with his own hand. And as for blue vetch flanking hay, he'd stand and stare at it all day nor lift a scythe to buttercup that might as well be down as up. His hired man says that he was hired to work, and he is getting tired of waiting while the farmer looks at brown-eyed susans by the brooks, of being told to mow around a patch of colored haying-ground. He and the wilder part of earth were secret allies from his birth: that may be why his eyes behold a hint of blue, a ghost of gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHURCHILL'S GRAVE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE FALLOW DEER AT THE LONELY HOUSE by THOMAS HARDY THE CHILD ALONE: 4. PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 82 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): HYLAS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS THE BURIAL-MARCH OF THE DUNDEE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |