The Sower.
Sitting in a porchway cool, Fades the ruddy sunlight fast, Twilight hastens on to rule - Working hours are wellnigh past Shadows shoot across the lands; But one sower lingers still, Old, in rags, he patient stands, - Looking on, I feel a thrill. Black and high his silhouette Dominates the furrows deep! Now to sow the task is set, Soon shall come a time to reap. Marches he along the plain, To and fro, and scatters wide From his hands the precious grain; Moody, I, to see him stride. Darkness deepens. Gone the light. Now his gestures to mine eyes Are august; and strange - his height Seems to touch the starry skies. TORU DUTT.
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