The Human Inheritance The New Hope, Motherhood. By William Sharp |
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XIV. LABOURERS RETURNING HOME.
Across the turnip-fields green-grey
And ploughed up pastures, furrowed brown,
Now that the hot fierce sun is down
The weary labourers seek their way—
Down the rough road with sun-baked ruts
To yonder dismal straggling huts.
And ploughed up pastures, furrowed brown,
Now that the hot fierce sun is down
The weary labourers seek their way—
Down the rough road with sun-baked ruts
To yonder dismal straggling huts.
In this soft afterglow each leaf
Seems quivering with some sense of grief.
Seems quivering with some sense of grief.
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