AT husking time the tassel fades To brown above the yellow blades Whose rustling sheath enswathes the corn That bursts its chrysalis in scorn Longer to lie in prison shades. Among the merry lads and maids The creaking ox-cart slowly wades 'Twixt stalks and stubble, sacked, and torn At husking time. The prying pilot crow persuades The flock to join in thieving raids; The sly raccoon with craft inborn His portion steals, -- from plenty's horn His pouch the saucy chipmunk lades At husking time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MEDITATION ON RHODE ISLAND COAL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT GOLD-OF-OPHIR ROSES by GRACE ATHERTON DENNEN SONG by WALTHER VON DER VOGELWEIDE CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK; 1658 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO A BIRCH TREE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 12. LIFE FOR LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |