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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHEATFIELD IN WARTIME, by ALICE MONKS MEARS
First Line: O blond and sunny mother wheat
Last Line: When the mower passes.
Subject(s): War
First Line: O blond and sunny mother wheat
Last Line: When the mower passes.
Subject(s): War
O blond and sunny mother wheat,
now shelter us in brief retreat,
indulge us, joyous child and lover;
give us golden cover.
While hiding is this breathless crouching,
discovery: laughter, sweetest couching;
while hiding is but summer's play
by this wind-shadowed bay.
Before we know that feverish fear
of fleeing, hiding, terror-bidden,
now tent us with these golden grasses! —
before we, motherless, unhidden,
must flee, as bird or rabbit here
when the mower passes.
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