Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Richard Henry Horne. 18031884673. The Plough A LANDSCAPE IN BERKSHIRE
ABOVE yon sombre swell of land | |
Thou see’st the dawn’s grave orange hue, | |
With one pale streak like yellow sand, | |
And over that a vein of blue. | |
The air is cold above the woods; | 5 |
All silent is the earth and sky, | |
Except with his own lonely moods | |
The blackbird holds a colloquy. | |
Over the broad hill creeps a beam, | |
Like hope that gilds a good man’s brow; | 10 |
And now ascends the nostril-stream | |
Of stalwart horses come to plough. | |
Ye rigid Ploughmen, bear in mind | |
Your labour is for future hours: | |
Advance—spare not—nor look behind— | 15 |
Plough deep and straight with all your powers! |