Ruth (poem)
From Wikisource
| ←Wikisource:Christian poetry | Ruth by |
She stood breast high amid the corn,
Clasp'd by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.
On her cheek an autumn flush,
Deeply ripen'd;—such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.
Round her eyes her tresses fell,
Which were blackest none could tell,
But long lashes veiled a light,
That had else been all too bright.
And her hat, with shady brim,
Made her tressy forehead dim;
Thus she stood amid the stooks,
Praising God with sweetest looks:
Sure, I said, Heav'n did not mean,
Where I reap, thou shouldst but glean;
Lay thy sheaf adown and come,
Share my harvest and my home.
 |
This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. |
