The Ploughboy
A lilac mist maizes warm the hills, And silvery through it threads a.stream: The redbird's cadence throbs and thrills, The jaybirds scream. The bluets' stars begin to gleam, And 'mid them, whispering with the rills, The morning-hours dream. The ploughboy Spring drives out his plough, A robin's whistle on his lips; And as he goes with lifted brow, And snaps and whips His lash of wind, a sunbeam tips, The wildflowers laugh, and on the bough The blossom skips. The scent of winter-mellowed loam And greenwood buds is blown from him, As blithe he takes his young way home, Large, strong of limb, Along the hilltop's sunset brim, Whistling; the first star, white as foam, In his hat's blue rim.
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"A lilac mist maizes warm the hills,..."
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