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The Plowman

Ethelwyn Wetherald (1857–1940)

I HEARD the plowman sing in the wind,

And sing right merrily,

As down in the cold of the sunless mould

The grasses buried he.

And now the grasses sing in the wind,

Merrily do they sing;

While down in the cold of the sunless mould

Is the plowman slumbering.