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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW SONG OF THE MILL, by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON First Line: In youth we sang 'the song of the mill' Last Line: And heaving booms across the bay. Subject(s): Animals; Country Life; Horses | |||
In youth we sang "The Song of the Mill" As the pygmy power of a playful rill Was turning the rustic buhrs around. And slow as an hour-glass ran the wheat While a boy and horsea team complete Awaited their sack when the grist was ground. But to-day we sing of a rolling maze Of flying belts and bolts and stays Of modern man's inventive power, While from a score of puffing throats We load the massive trains and boats With gilded sacks of "Gold Dust Flour." Again we sang "The Song of the Mill" As another wheel beneath the hill Was wearily weaving its wreaths of spray, And a primitive saw plied up and down Through a log by plodding oxen drawn, Till they hauled the day's output away. But our song to-day is of grander stamp Of a hundred loggers in a camp, And three hundred thousand feet per day, Of whirling saws and flying bands, And schooners laden for distant lands, And heaving booms across the bay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL THE LITTLE HOOFPRINTS by ROBINSON JEFFERS ROAN STALLION by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES DANCERS AT THE MOY by PAUL MULDOON CRAZY HORSE SPEAKS: 3 by SHERMAN ALEXIE A HUSTLE FOR THE FAIR by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON |
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