O rich red wheat! thou wilt not long defer Thy beauty, though thou art not wholly grown; The fair blue distance and the moorland fir Long for thy golden laughter! Four years gone, How oft! with eager foot, I scal'd the top Of this long rise, to give mine eye full range; And, now again, rotation brings the change From seeds and clover, to my favourite crop; How oft I've watch'd thee from my garden, charm'd With thy noon-stillness, or thy morning tears! Or, when the wind clove and the sunset warm'd Thine amber-shafted depths and russet ears; O! all ye cool green stems! improve the time, Fulfil your beauty! justify my rhyme! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN WILL LOVE COME? by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY THE GREENWOOD SHRIFT; GEORGE III AND A DYING WOMAN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON; A LAY OF ST. THOMAS A BECKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM TREES BE COMPANY by WILLIAM BARNES WINTER IN IRELAND by CHARLES BEWLEY PSALM 36. DIXIT INJUSTUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NIGHT BLOSSOMING by JANICE BLANCHARD BALLAD TO THE TUNE OF 'I'LL HAVE MY LOVE, OR I'LL HAVE ONE' by PATRICK CAREY |