When I went through the rustling wheat I saw slim maidens with quiet feet. I heard a shouting and I heard a praise For the golden bounty of the sun-filled days. I felt a breathing and I felt a rapture, A subtle ecstacy I could not capture; For the wheat was taking from the mother Earth Life to its living and seed for its birth, Joy for its living and wealth for its days, Rustling and swaying in a rhythm of praise. Slim and golden chorus of the lyric wheat You march and conquer with your quiet feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG by PADRAIC COLUM SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE RETORT by GEORGE POPE MORRIS HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LILIES: 22. THE VEIL OF BLISS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) EXODUS 15. SONG OF ISRAEL FOR THE OVERTHROW OF EGYPT IN THE RED SEA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 67 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SUNSHINE AND SHADOW by ROBERT BROWN AN ENCOURAGEMENT TO EARNEST AND IMPORTUNATE PRAYER by JOHN BYROM |