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 | The harp and plow |  |
'T was nightfall on a summer's day
When Sirius holds a baneful sway;
When thunder-gusts full frequent fly
And wrathful thro' the sultry sky;
When sudden showers of roaring rain
Dash drenching o'er the stubble plain;
Or sheeting mists forbear to dry
The stooks of weather-blackened rye;
And Phœbus seems to loose his power
To shine unclouded for an hour;
When farmers, vexed with ‘horrors’ never,
Will gloomy visions have, if ever,—
The scene occurred which I disclose.
Believe or not, just as you choose.
When Sirius holds a baneful sway;
When thunder-gusts full frequent fly
And wrathful thro' the sultry sky;
When sudden showers of roaring rain
Dash drenching o'er the stubble plain;
Or sheeting mists forbear to dry
The stooks of weather-blackened rye;
And Phœbus seems to loose his power
To shine unclouded for an hour;
When farmers, vexed with ‘horrors’ never,
Will gloomy visions have, if ever,—
The scene occurred which I disclose.
Believe or not, just as you choose.
| The harp and plow | |