THE corn in golden light Waves o'er the plain; The sickle's gleam is bright; Full swells the grain. Now send we far around Our harvest lay! -- Alas! a heavier sound Comes o'er the day! Earth shrouds with burial sod Her soft eyes blue, -- Now o'er the gifts of God Fall tears like dew! On every breeze a knell The hamlets pour: We know its cause too well -- She is no more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH-BED by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE BITER BIT by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE FIRST BUD O' THE YEAR by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN THE FOREST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NO MORE DREAMING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE OCTOBER, 1866 by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT CHLOE AND MYRA by SOPHIA (RAYMOND) BURRELL |