O God, I work and watch here all day long, My tears no sooner fallen than dried quite By air that sears. O steely gray at dawn, O yellow heat by noon -- brass glare, come night! God, now I sit and listen all day long. I hear, with tearless eyes turned from the light, I hear the planting, rustling dry at dawn, Hard sticks by noon -- death's bones, come night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FLORIDA SUNDAY by SIDNEY LANIER THE SOUL'S EXPRESSION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MEETING AT NIGHT by ROBERT BROWNING MIDNIGHT ON THE GREAT WESTERN by THOMAS HARDY THE COSMIC TRAIL by EDWIN M. ABBOTT VERSES FOR CHILDREN: MAPLE TREE by ZEDA K. AILES VERSES TO RHYME WITH 'ROSE' (2) by JANE AUSTEN COMPARES THE TROUBLES WHICH HE HAS UNDERGONE, TO LABOURS OF HERCULES by PHILIP AYRES |