Lush hosts falling before his blade, And he, a conqueror, swinging ... swinging; All impudent of sweat or strain, Heart in the young breast singing. Richly fruitful his acres lie, Fulfilled of soil and sun and shower, Waiting his stroke -- @3Ah, man is great! His heritage is power!@1 ... Fifty feet and back again -- Chattering blades and the shorn grass shifting In emerald whorls above the sod, And an old fragrance drifting. Shoulders bent against the load, Weariness clouding every feature; Narrow the swath, narrow the lawn -- @3Man is a lowly creature!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEMP (A VIRGINIA LEGEND) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN EVERYBODY KNOWS by DAVID IGNATOW TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE OLD ENEMY by SARA TEASDALE A DOUBLE BALLAD OF GOOD COUNSEL by FRANCOIS VILLON EPISTLE IN FORM OF A BALLAD TO HIS FRIENDS by FRANCOIS VILLON |