Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
RuthThomas Hood (17991845)
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Clasp’d by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.
Deeply ripen’d;—such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.
Which were blackest none could tell,
But long lashes veil’d a light,
That had else been all too bright.
Made her tressy forehead dim;
Thus she stood amid the stooks,
Praising God with sweetest looks:—
Where I reap thou shouldst but glean:
Lay thy sheaf adown and come,
Share my harvest and my home.