"HUSH!" was my whisper At the stair-top When the waggoners were down below Home from the barley-crop. Through the high window Looked the harvest moon, While the waggoners sang A harvest tune, -- "Hush!" was my whisper when Marjory stept Down from her attic-room, A true-love-adept. "Fill a can, fill a can," Waggoners of heart were they, "Harvest-home, harvest-home, Barleycorn is home to-day." ... "Marjory, hush now -- Harvest -- you hear?" -- Red was the moon's rose On the full year, The cobwebs shook, so well Did the waggoners sing -- "Hush!" -- there was beauty at That harvesting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN LOVE GOES by SARA TEASDALE THE EXILE'S SONG by ROBERT GILFILLAN DIVINATION BY A DAFFADILL by ROBERT HERRICK BEN JONSON ENTERTAINS A MAN FROM STRATFORD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE WINDS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |