THERE is a majesty in fields of wheat That slope away to meet the western sky Like jade-green oceans where grey sea gulls fly. There weaves no salty froth where tall waves beat, Yet in the lace of shadows drifting fleet Across the glaucous sheen of growing grain Is meshed the subtle romance of a train Of white-winged prairie schooners passing by. And when the moon's pale crescent gold dips low Above the wheat where vagrant winds blow through, There comes a moment when I surely know The beauty of an ocean night anew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUNG LINCOLN by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |