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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Songs In A Cornfield</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A song in a cornfield<br>Where corn begins to fall,<br>Where reapers are reaping,<br>Reaping one, reaping all.<br>Sing pretty Lettice,<br>Sing Rachel, sing May;<br>Only Marian cannot sing<br>While her sweetheart's away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is he gone to<br>And why does he stay? <br>He came across the green sea<br>But for a day,<br>Across the deep green sea<br>To help with the hay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His hair was curly yellow<br>And his eyes were grey,<br>He laughed a merry laugh<br>And said a sweet say.<br>Where is he gone to<br>That he comes not home? <br>To-day or to-morrow<br>He surely will come.<br>Let him haste to joy<br>Lest he lag for sorrow,<br>For one weeps to-day<br>Who'll not weep to-morrow:<br>To-day she must weep<br>For gnawing sorrow,<br>To-night she may sleep<br>And not wake to-morrow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">May sang with Rachel<br>In the waxing warm weather,<br>Lettice sang with them,<br>They sang all together:—</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Take the wheat in your arm<br>Whilst day is broad above,<br>Take the wheat to your bosom,<br>But not a false love.<br>Out in the fields<br>Summer heat gloweth, <br>Out in the fields<br>Summer wind bloweth,<br>Out in the fields<br>Summer friend showeth,<br>Out in the fields<br>Summer wheat groweth;<br>But in the winter<br>When summer heat is dead<br>And summer wind has veered<br>And summer friend has fled, <br>Only summer wheat remaineth,<br>White cakes and bread.<br>Take the wheat, clasp the wheat<br>That's food for maid and dove;<br>Take the wheat to your bosom,<br>But not a false false love.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A silence of full noontide heat<br>Grew on them at their toil:<br>The farmer's dog woke up from sleep,<br>The green snake hid her coil. <br>Where grass stood thickest, bird and beast<br>Sought shadows as they could,<br>The reaping men and women paused<br>And sat down where they stood;<br>They ate and drank and were refreshed,<br>For rest from toil is good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the reapers took their ease,<br>Their sickles lying by,<br>Rachel sang a second strain,<br>And singing seemed to sigh:— </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'There goes the swallow—<br>Could we but follow!<br>Hasty swallow stay,<br>Point us out the way;<br>Look back swallow, turn back swallow, stop swallow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'There went the swallow—<br>Too late to follow:<br>Lost our note of way,<br>Lost our chance to-day;<br>Good bye swallow, sunny swallow, wise swallow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'After the swallow<br>All sweet things follow:<br>All things go their way,<br>Only we must stay,<br>Must not follow; good bye swallow, good swallow.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then listless Marian raised her head<br>Among the nodding sheaves;<br>Her voice was sweeter than that voice;<br>She sang like one who grieves:<br>Her voice was sweeter than its wont <br>Among the nodding sheaves;<br>All wondered while they heard her sing<br>Like one who hopes and grieves:—</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Deeper than the hail can smite,<br>Deeper than the frost can bite,<br>Deep asleep through day and night,<br>Our delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Now thy sleep no pang can break,<br>No to-morrow bid thee wake,<br>Not our sobs who sit and ache <br>For thy sake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Is it dark or light below?<br>Oh, but is it cold like snow?<br>Dost thou feel the green things grow<br>Fast or slow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Is it warm or cold beneath,<br>Oh, but is it cold like death?<br>Cold like death, without a breath,<br>Cold like death?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If he comes to-day <br>He will find her weeping;<br>If he comes to-morrow<br>He will find her sleeping;<br>If he comes the next day<br>He'll not find her at all,<br>He may tear his curling hair,<br>Beat his breast and call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christina+Georgina+Rossetti">Christina Georgina Rossetti</a><div class=q>
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Where corn begins to fall,
Where reapers are reaping,
Reaping one, reaping all.
Sing pretty Lettice,
Sing Rachel, sing May;
Only Marian cannot sing
While her sweetheart's away.

Where is he gone to
And why does he stay? 
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