Late in September came our corn-crops home, Late, but full-ear'd -- by many a merry noise Of matron and of maid, young girls and boys, Preceded, flank'd and follow'd, did they come; A general joy! for piles of unwrought food For man and beast, on those broad axles prest, And strain'd those sinewy necks in garlands drest; The harebell and the ragwort wondering stood As the slow teams wound up that grassy lane; All knew the husbandman's long task was done; While, as they crost his disk, the setting sun Blazed momently betwixt each rolling wain And that which follow'd, pil'd with golden grain, As if to gratulate the harvest won. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHERHOOD (2) by EDWIN MARKHAM MOONRISE IN THE ROCKIES by ELLA (RHOADS) HIGGINSON THE LONELY WALK by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS LULLABY by FRED EMERSON BROOKS RED COTTON NIGHT-CAP COUNTRY; OR, TURF AND TOWERS: PART 1 by ROBERT BROWNING MAGGOTS OF FLATTERY by SAMUEL BUTLER (1612-1680) |