 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
IN THE PAUPER'S TURNIP-FIELD
Crow, in pulpit lone and tallOf yon charred hemlock, grimly dead,
Why on me in preachment call—
Me, by nearer preachment led
Here in homily of my hoe.
The hoe, the hoe,
My heavy hoe
That earthward bows me to foreshow
A mattock heavier than the hoe.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |