Lay by the good a while; a resting field Will, after ease, a richer harvest yeild: Trees this year beare; next, they their wealth with-hold: Continuall reaping makes a land wax old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT KENNEBUNKPORT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE BOBOLINKS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH HYMN TO GOD MY GOD, IN MY SICKNESS by JOHN DONNE EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BATTERIES OUT OF AMMUNITION by RUDYARD KIPLING THE BROOK; AN IDYL by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LAY OF ST. ALOYS; A LEGEND OF BLOIS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE WEE KNITTER by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN PRINCE HOHENSTIEL-SCHWANGAU; SAVIOUR OF SOCIETY by ROBERT BROWNING |