ALL we, the young corn, stalwart stand In millions upright side by side, And countless acres of the land In orderly close chorus hide, Shouting: "Gold, of his largess, And health he discharges Both far and wide!" Though all the world were brimmed with gold And valleys with health had overrun, Who could command his hand to hold, Contest the giving of the sun? Hail him; vigour for growing He cometh bestowing On each weak one! The winds, with showers on their backs, His servants, lounge by distant seas; And far-seen summits of their packs Heave up when shifted for their ease, Wearied, long there attending Lest heat of his sending Cloy those he would please. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DREAM by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE HAYSTACK IN THE FLOODS by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MEETING by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS LINES WRITTEN IN SWITZERLAND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES INTO THE SALIENT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LINES WRITTEN AT SHURTON BARS, NEAR BRIDGEWATER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |