When smoke stood up from Ludlow, And mist blew off from Teme, And blithe afield to ploughing Against the morning beam I strode beside my team, The blackbird in the coppice Looked out to see me stride, And hearkened as I whistled The trampling team beside, And fluted and replied: Lie down, lie down, young yeoman; What use to rise and rise? Rise man a thousand mornings Yet down at last he lies, And then the man is wise.' I heard the tune he sang me, And spied his yellow bill; I picked a stone and aimed it And threw it with a will: Then the bird was. still. Then my soul within me Took up the blackbird's strain, And still beside the horses Along the dewy lane It sang the song again: Lie down, lie down, young yeoman; The sun moves always west; The road one treads to labour Will lead one home to rest, And that will be the best.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE FOX; FOR ANN PEARN by EDITH SITWELL BATTLE SONG by EBENEZER ELLIOTT SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 by ALICE MEYNELL SIR GALAHAD by ALFRED TENNYSON COMPARISON OF LOVE TO A STREAM FALLING FROM THE ALPS by THOMAS WYATT THE SECRET OF THE WATERFALL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 125 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |