Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SUMMER NIGHT, by GOTTFRIED KELLER Poet's Biography First Line: The grain is waving far around Last Line: To his own labour calls away. | ||||||||
The grain is waving far around, And like a sea it stretches out; And yet upon the silent ground No horrid sea-brood lies about. But here of wreaths the flowers dream, As they drink in the star-shine blest. Oh, golden sea, thy peaceful beam My longing soul absorbs with zest! There is a custom fair and old In my own home in valleys green: When bright the summer starlight's gold, When through the bushes fireflies sheen-- Ah, then a whisp'ring, waving gay, Draws near the ripened field by night, And through the golden crops there sway The sickles, gleaming silver-bright. For, flocking to the field in throngs, The young and sturdy lads draw near. The crop they're seeking that belongs To widow or to orphan drear Who kindly help can never know Of father, brother, servant boy.-- For her the youths her harvest mow; Their work is graced by purest joy. Already all the sheaves are bound And swiftly in a ring they're laid. How blithe the fleeting hours were found: At night-time cool the boys have played! Now there are songs and revels glad Among the sheaves, till breath of day Each brown and never weary lad To his own labour calls away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE EVENING by GOTTFRIED KELLER WINTER NIGHT by GOTTFRIED KELLER CHARLES AUGUSTUS FORTESCUE by HILAIRE BELLOC THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PSALM 5. VERBA MEA AURIBUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE CLIFF-TOP by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE VOICE OF THE CHRIST-CHILD by PHILLIPS BROOKS THE PITCHER by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |
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