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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BEHIND THE PLOUGH, by JAMES HENRY COUSINS First Line: Black wings and white in the hollow Last Line: Where god the ploughman ploughs. | |||
BLACK wings and white in the hollow Follow the track of the team, While the sun from the noon declining Is shining on toil-wet brows. Birds of the mountain and sea-birds Circle and swoop and scream, Searching for spoils of the furrow Where slowly the ploughman ploughs. Make me room, O birds! I am sweeping From the Boughs of Sleeping afar; I have winged thro' the mists of the ages, Where sages drone and drowse; I follow the feet of the Horses That drag the Morning Star, To search in the spoils of the furrow, Where God the Ploughman ploughs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BELL-BRANCH by JAMES HENRY COUSINS THE COMING OF NIAMH by JAMES HENRY COUSINS THE WINGS OF LOVE by JAMES HENRY COUSINS FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CHILD ALONE: 1. THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 26. PLATONIC LOVE by PHILIP AYRES TO HIS DEAR FRIEND THOMAS RANDOLPH, ON HIS COMEDY 'THE JEALOUS LOVERS' by RICHARD BENEFIELD THE BEGGAR by MARGARET E. BRUNER THE CRIMSON TREE by ELSIE J. COSLER CAMPBELL |
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