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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DESERTED FARMS, by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON Poet's Biography First Line: A foretimes, fruitfulness and tilth were here Last Line: Or toward the peopled cities set your face. Subject(s): Farm Life; Memory; New England; Agriculture; Farmers | |||
A FORETIMES, fruitfulness and tilth were here. Snug granges held the harvests, acres broad Were rich in grass and grain; the good-man's board Groaned with its plenty, and a rustic cheer Sat in the homesteads sprinkled far and near. To-day, prosperity no more is lord; Choked wells, roofs fallen, weed-grown ways afford A vision desolate and a memory drear. Sons of New England, your ingratitude, Like that once shown to tragic Lear, is base! For now ye scorn the teeming mother-breast That gave you strength, and in a vagrant mood Will turn to alien meadows of the West, Or toward the peopled cities set your face. | 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 BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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