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Jones Very (Джонс Вери)


The Latter Rain


THE latter rain,-- it falls in anxious haste
Upon the sun-dried fields and branches bare,
Loosening with searching drops the rigid waste
As if it would each root's lost strength repair;
But not a blade grows green as in the spring;
No swelling twig puts forth its thickening leaves;
The robins only mid the harvests sing,
Pecking the grain that scatters from the sheaves;
The rain falls still,-- the fruit all ripened drops,
It pierces chestnut-burr and walnut-shell;
The furrowed fields disclose the yellow crops;
Each bursting pod of talents used can tell;
And all that once received the early rain
Declare to man it was not sent in vain.



Jones Very's other poems:
  1. The Spirit Land
  2. The Grave Yard
  3. To the Hummingbird
  4. Psyche
  5. The Clouded Morning


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