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The Sower
By Elisabeth, Queen of Roumania (Carmen Sylva) (18431916)
B
And for the autumn sowing the mellow soil lies steeping;
The stubble fires have faded, and ended is the reaping;
The piercing plow has leveled the rough resisting places.
Two steps and then a handful, a rhythmic motion keeping;
The eager sparrows follow, now pecking and now peeping.
He sows; but all the increase accomplished by God’s grace is.
The blades rise green and slender for springtime winds to flutter,
As time of golden harvest the coming fall awaiting.
None see the silent yearnings the sower’s lips half utter,
The carking care he suffers, distressing thoughts creating.
With steady hand he paces afield without a mutter.