LONG had the seed been waiting in the earth, Deep underground, far from the blessed light, That heaven's flaming orb, though out of sight, Might by his power awake to gradual birth A manifold new life of fuller worth, More vital being. Long had radiant might, That scarce was felt, yet ceased not day nor night, Drawn upward out of passiveness and dearth Of joyous influence, what the steadfast root Had won in patience. After blade and bloom Had come the full ears' slowly reddening gold. The time of darkness had not failed of fruit, For now the ripe corn has fulfilled its doom, And grown and multiplied a hundredfold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ILIAD: ACHILLES OVER THE TRENCH by HOMER EVIL EASIER THAN GOOD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DARTMOUTH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HARVESTERS by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS THE MASTER CRIMINAL by ROBERT CARY UNREQUITED by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |