 | Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
PLANTING SONG.
Up, my brown eyes! up, my brown eyes!
Get your white necks under the yoke—
Up, up, for the day has broke.
Red and yellow, yellow and red,
Like roses blown in a daffodil bed—
Up, my brown eyes, under the yoke!
Get your white necks under the yoke—
Up, up, for the day has broke.
Red and yellow, yellow and red,
Like roses blown in a daffodil bed—
Up, my brown eyes, under the yoke!
On, my brown eyes! on, my brown eyes!
Bend your white necks low to your work—
Early, early, early and late,
Stretch out the traces stiff and straight,
And plough up the furrows moist and dark—
Down with your white necks, down to your work!
Bend your white necks low to your work—
Early, early, early and late,
Stretch out the traces stiff and straight,
And plough up the furrows moist and dark—
Down with your white necks, down to your work!
Go, my brown eyes! go, my brown eyes!
White necks all of the yoke unworn—
Out, out, out of the traces—
Up, up, up with your faces!
And come, little maidens, and plant the corn!
Yellow, yellow, e'en as the morn!
White necks all of the yoke unworn—
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Up, up, up with your faces!
And come, little maidens, and plant the corn!
Yellow, yellow, e'en as the morn!
Rest, my brown eyes! rest, my brown eyes—
Free of the traces, night and morn!
Light as the dew-fall, light as the rain,
Patter back, little maids, again;
Back to the meadows you sowed with corn;
Feet so waxen, strong-limbed oxen,
Rest in the shade of the broad-leaved corn!
Free of the traces, night and morn!
Light as the dew-fall, light as the rain,
Patter back, little maids, again;
Back to the meadows you sowed with corn;
Feet so waxen, strong-limbed oxen,
Rest in the shade of the broad-leaved corn!
| Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary | |