Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
Song to CeresLeigh Hunt (17841859)
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And may in the sun be seen again,
Come, Ceres, come,
For the War’s gone home,
And the fields are quiet and green again.
The light-heart brooks arise for thee,
And the poppies red
On their wistful bed
Turn up their dark blue eyes for thee.
That’s fit for a Goddess to work in,
With shoulders brown,
And the wheaten crown
About thy temples perking.
And Toil that sleeps his cart in,
Brown Exercise,
The ruddy and wise,
His bathèd forelocks parting.
Than willow or birch, drop hither,
To thread the place
With a finishing grace,
And carry our smooth eyes with her.