Among the Millet and Other Poems | Page 4

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An Old Lesson from the Fields 134
Winter-Thought 135

Deeds 136
Aspiration 137
The Poets 138
The Truth 139
The Martyrs 140
A Night of Storm 141
At the Railway Station 142
A Forecast 143
In November 144
The City 145
Midsummer Night 146
The Loons 147
March 148
Solitude 149
The Maples 150
The Dog 151
I.
POEMS.
POEMS.
AMONG THE MILLET.
The dew is gleaming in the grass,
The morning hours are seven,

And I am fain to watch you pass,
Ye soft white clouds of heaven.
Ye stray and gather, part and fold;
The wind alone can tame you;
I
think of what in time of old
The poets loved to name you.