Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HARVEST HOME (1), by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: Late in september came our corn-crops home Last Line: As if to gratulate the harvest won. Subject(s): Harvest | ||||||||
Late in September came our corn-crops home, Late, but full-ear'd -- by many a merry noise Of matron and of maid, young girls and boys, Preceded, flank'd and follow'd, did they come; A general joy! for piles of unwrought food For man and beast, on those broad axles prest, And strain'd those sinewy necks in garlands drest; The harebell and the ragwort wondering stood As the slow teams wound up that grassy lane; All knew the husbandman's long task was done; While, as they crost his disk, the setting sun Blazed momently betwixt each rolling wain And that which follow'd, pil'd with golden grain, As if to gratulate the harvest won. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORM AT HOPTIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LAST MAN by ELEANOR WILNER THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME by ROBERT HERRICK HARVEST SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY ANTIQUE HARVESTERS by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THE POTATO HARVEST by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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