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Sonnets, Lyrics and Translations

By the Rev. Charles Turner [i.e. Charles Tennyson]
 

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TO A RED-WHEAT FIELD.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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TO A RED-WHEAT FIELD.

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!