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HUSBANDMAN'S SONG, FR. KING RENE'S HONEYMOON, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: In the last heavy days ere the mowing-grass seeded
Last Line: And the corn-crake creaked ever and over and o'er.
Subject(s): Mills & Millers


IN the last heavy days ere the mowing-grass seeded
We woke before dawn in the loft of the mill;
When sleep gave us all things no waking was needed,
And long we lay motionless, sleep to distil:
But ever we heard the worn corn-crake that woke us,
And the stream far below never gurgled nor shook us
With a coolness of darkness, and breath nigh forsook us;
In that heat of unseenness we lay without will.

Ah, then, when the pulses of life were the lowest,
And the hope of the future seemed darkness -- no more --
We turned to each other and whispered "Thou knowest
The hope of the past that is restful and sure."
When we thought a thin wind moved the leaves of the cherry,
That clustered the wide-open casement to bury,
We remembered some nest-bird crouched sleepless and weary:
And the corn-crake creaked ever and over and o'er.





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