THE silence of unlaboured fields Lies like a judgement on the air: A human voice is never heard: The sighing grass is everywhere -- The sighing grass, the shadowed sky, The cattle crying wearily! Where are the lowland people gone? Where are the sun-dark faces now? The love that kept the quiet hearth, The strength that held the speeding plough? Grasslands and lowing herds are good, But better human flesh and blood! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STROLLER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPISODE OF HANDS by HAROLD HART CRANE UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD BY THE PACIFIC OCEAN by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 21 by OMAR KHAYYAM SOUTH WIND by SIEGFRIED SASSOON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 44. TEARS THE SYMPTOM LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |