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Poem by Henry Newbolt


A Sower


With sanguine looks
  And rolling walk
Among the rooks
  He loved to stalk,

While on the land
  With gusty laugh
From a full hand
  He scattered chaff.

Now that within
  His spirit sleeps
A harvest thin
  The sickle reaps;

But the dumb fields
  Desire his tread,
And no earth yields
  A wheat more red.



Henry Newbolt


Henry Newbolt's other poems:
  1. Waggon Hill
  2. On Spion Kop
  3. Nel Mezzo Del Cammin
  4. The Quarter-Gunner's Yarn
  5. Northumberland


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