The New Husbandman
Brother that ploughs the furrow I late ploughed, God give thee grace, and fruitful harvesting, Tis fair sweet earth, be it under sun or cloud, And all about it ever the birds sing. Yet do I pray your seed fares not as mine That sowed there stars along with good white grain, But reaped thereof - be better fortune thine - Nettles and bitter herbs, for all my gain. Inclement seasons and black winds, perchance, Poisoned and soured the fragrant fecund soil, Till I sowed poppies 'gainst remembrance, And took to other furrows my laughing toil. And other men as I that ploughed before Shall watch thy harvest, trusting thou mayst reap Where we have sown, and on your threshing floor Have honest grain within thy barns to keep.
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"Brother that ploughs the furrow I late ploughed,..."
This evocative piece by Richard Le Gallienne, titled "The New Husbandman", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...