NOW falls the dusk I sit in peace Beneath this gateway and behold The ebbing daylight bring release From toil by wood and wold. With stirring at my heart I heed Above the furrows night has steeped A ragged sower throwing seed Of harvests still unreaped. His tall black silhouette above The tillage deep strides on. How brave Must be his faith that time will move The grain within its grave. He crosses the unending plain, Now back, now forth; with open palm He flings it wide and fills again, While here I muse in calm; And his vast shadow from below Uplifted like a sail unfurled With mighty rumour seems to sow Athwart the starry world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 8 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE BOTTOM DRAWER by MARY A. BARR PSALM 18. DILIGAM TE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE DEATH OF A FRIEND by LEVI BISHOP |