O rich red wheat! thou wilt not long defer Thy beauty, though thou art not wholly grown; The fair blue distance and the moorland fir Long for thy golden laughter! Four years gone, How oft! with eager foot, I scal'd the top Of this long rise, to give mine eye full range; And, now again, rotation brings the change From seeds and clover, to my favourite crop; How oft I've watch'd thee from my garden, charm'd With thy noon-stillness, or thy morning tears! Or, when the wind clove and the sunset warm'd Thine amber-shafted depths and russet ears; O! all ye cool green stems! improve the time, Fulfil your beauty! justify my rhyme! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD TRAILS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ON THE DEATH OF SWINBURNE by SARA TEASDALE RONDEL by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE AGED LOVER RENOUNCETH LOVE by THOMAS VAUX DEATH'S VALLEY by WALT WHITMAN METAMORPHOSES: 11. INVOCATION OF ISIS by LUCIUS APULEIUS |