Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HARVEST, by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT Poet's Biography First Line: I will arise now and go into the fields, to my love who / is at work Last Line: Where peace is and the quiet of the hills. Alternate Author Name(s): Burt, Struthers Subject(s): Farm Life; Harvest; Love; Peace; Agriculture; Farmers | ||||||||
I WILL arise now and go into the fields, to my love who is at work. Dusk droops from the mountain-tops like the shadow of a great bird's wing: In gray corrals the cattle call; And in the grass, where all the tangled perfumes of the summer lie, the crickets sing. From afar off I will see him leaning upon his rake, And the lithe sweet strength of him will stir my heart As a bird stirs in a twilight brake, Stirs and quivers and throbs into a song. Ah, my dear love, how close I find you now, Where peace is and the quiet of the hills. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KICKING THE LEAVES by DONALD HALL THE FARMER'S BOY: WINTER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD AMENDS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT |
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