The Barley Fields

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Title:     The Barley Fields
Author: Jean Blewett [More Titles by Blewett]

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!"

[The end]
Jean Blewett's poem: Barley Fields

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