O I saw her at the time of the sowing of the grain -- The April sun had broken through a filmy mist of rain, And a little wind and sweet Swayed the grasses at her feet As I turned to look and turned to smile and turned to look again; And I said, "How good a thing Is the promise of the Spring --" At the time of the sowing of the grain. O, I kissed her at the time of the growing of the grain -- Her laugh was like the melody that threads the lark's refrain; Bud and blossom everywhere Sent their perfume through the air And the branches bent above her with their golden Autumn gain -- And I said, "Lo, Love hath grown Like the seeds thy hand hath sown --" At the time of the growing of the grain. O, I won her at the time of the mowing of the grain -- We guided o'er the empty fields the heavy-laden wain, And my life was like to sing With the joy of harvesting -- O, Love's sowing nor his growing nor his mowing were in vain! And I said, "Give thanks, my heart, For the store that is thy part --" At the time of the mowing of the grain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR POLL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES NEVER TOO LATE: THE PALMER'S ODE by ROBERT GREENE THE CAGED GOLDFINCH by THOMAS HARDY FIDELIS by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE MOUNTAIN TOMB: 1. TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LEAVE A KISS WITHIN THE CUP by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS STANZAS ON FINDING THE KEY OF AN OLD PIANO by E. JUSTINE BAYARD |