The Barley Fields.
The sunset has faded, there's but a tinge, Saffron pale, where a star of white Has tangled itself in the trailing fringe Of the pearl-gray robe of the summer night. O the green of the barley fields grows deep, The breath of the barley fields grows rare; There is rustle and glimmer, sway and sweep - The wind is holding high revel there, Singing the song it has often sung - Hark to the troubadour glad and bold: "Sweet is the earth when the summer is young And the barley fields are green and gold!"
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"The sunset has faded, there's but a tinge,..."
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