Lay by the good a while; a resting field Will, after ease, a richer harvest yeild: Trees this year beare; next, they their wealth with-hold: Continuall reaping makes a land wax old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE AUTHOR OF 'THE ROBBERS' (SCHILLER) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE DEPARTED by JOHN BANISTER TABB IDENTITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE FORMER LIFE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PSALM 133 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE FLOWERS OF ETERNITY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |