Poem by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman

Second Series. 1. That boy, the farmer said, with hazel wand

That boy, the farmer said, with hazel wand
Pointing him out, half by the haycock hid,
Though bare sixteen, can work at what he's bid
From sun till set, to cradle, reap, or band.
I heard the words, but scarce could understand
Whether they claimed a smile or gave me pain:
Or was it aught to me, in that green lane,
That all day yesterday, the briars amid,
He held the plough against the jarring land
Steady, or kept his place among the mowers
Whilst other fingers, sweeping for the flowers,
Brought from the forest back a crimson stain?
Was it a thorn that touched the flesh, or did
The pokeberry spit purple on my hand?

1. First Series. 27. So to the mind long brooding but on it
2. Second Series. 7. His heart was in his garden; but his brain
3. First Series. 1. Sometimes, when winding slow by brook and bower
4. Third Series. 10. Sometimes I walk where the deep water dips
5. Third Series. 4. Thin little leaves of wood fern, ribbed and toothed

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