In The Solitary Reaper's Voice
In The Solitary Reaper's Voice
The sun subdues his splendor
To let the sky pour with thunder
Those drops as of pearl,
That would set forth to swirl
The hard bed of the land,
Sap its crust to bring on this strand
Of a sprig and sprout many a shoot
I wish my eyes, a pair
They are, to mirror the flare
Of the sun, that, once it fizzles
So would down fall in sizzles
Those drops that would fain
Bridge the chasm betwixt us twain
And sap my throat off the choking soot