SHE'LL come at dusky first of day, White over yellow harvest's song. Upon her dewy rainbow way She shall be beautiful and strong. The lidless eye of noon shall spray Tan on her ankles in the hay, Shall kiss her brown the whole day long. I'll know her in the windrows, tall Above the crickets of the hay. I'll know her when her odd eyes fall, One May-blue, one November-grey. I'll watch her from the red barn wall Take down her rusty scythe, and call, And I will follow her away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REASONS FOR DRINKING by HENRY ALDRICH THE RIGHT TO DIE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO JOHN DONNE (1) by BEN JONSON SARRAZINE'S SONG, FR. CHAITIVEL by MARIE DE FRANCE SONNET: 2 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |