Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A RED-WHEAT FIELD, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: O rich red wheat! Thou wilt not long defer Last Line: Fulfil your beauty! Justify my rhyme! Subject(s): Wheat | ||||||||
O rich red wheat! thou wilt not long defer Thy beauty, though thou art not wholly grown; The fair blue distance and the moorland fir Long for thy golden laughter! Four years gone, How oft! with eager foot, I scal'd the top Of this long rise, to give mine eye full range; And, now again, rotation brings the change From seeds and clover, to my favourite crop; How oft I've watch'd thee from my garden, charm'd With thy noon-stillness, or thy morning tears! Or, when the wind clove and the sunset warm'd Thine amber-shafted depths and russet ears; O! all ye cool green stems! improve the time, Fulfil your beauty! justify my rhyme! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THRESHER OF WHEAT TO THE WYNDES by JOACHIM DU BELLAY WHEAT by FRANCIS ALEXANDER DEWSON KANSAS (2) by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP SONG OF THE WHEAT by ANDREW BARTON PATERSON IN A WHEAT FIELD by CHARLES DAVIS PLATT HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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