ALL we, the young corn, stalwart stand In millions upright side by side, And countless acres of the land In orderly close chorus hide, Shouting: "Gold, of his largess, And health he discharges Both far and wide!" Though all the world were brimmed with gold And valleys with health had overrun, Who could command his hand to hold, Contest the giving of the sun? Hail him; vigour for growing He cometh bestowing On each weak one! The winds, with showers on their backs, His servants, lounge by distant seas; And far-seen summits of their packs Heave up when shifted for their ease, Wearied, long there attending Lest heat of his sending Cloy those he would please. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACES 1. TWILIGHT (TUCSON) by SARA TEASDALE LONG JOHN BROWN AND LITTLE MARY BELL by WILLIAM BLAKE HE'D BE NOTHING BUT HIS VIOLIN by MARY KYLE DALLAS THE TROOP SHIP by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 31. HER GIFTS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE CAP AND BELLS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS HYMN FOR ALL SAINTS DAY IN THE MORNING by HENRY ALFORD |