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The poems of Mary Howitt

Chapter 58: HARVEST-FIELD FLOWERS.

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A varied volume of lyrical and narrative poems, hymns, and moral pieces that blend domestic sentiment, Christian reflection, and close observation of the natural world. Organized into thematic sections—hymns and fireside verses, birds and flowers, sketches of natural history, tales in verse, and miscellaneous pieces—the poems range from gentle meditations on mortality and virtue to ballads and dramatic monologues, often aimed at or suitable for young readers. The collection pairs simple didactic storytelling with vivid rural imagery, and is accompanied by a brief memoir outlining the poet’s upbringing and literary influences.

HARVEST-FIELD FLOWERS.

Come down into the harvest-fields

This autumn morn with me;

For in the pleasant autumn-fields

There’s much to hear and see;

On yellow slopes of waving corn

The autumn sun shines clearly;

And ’t is joy to walk, on days like this,

Among the bearded barley.

Within the sunny harvest-fields

We’ll gather flowers enow;

The poppy red, the marigold,

The bugles brightly blue;

We’ll gather the white convolvulus

That opes in the morning early;

With a cluster of nuts, an ear of wheat,

And an ear of the bearded barley.

Bright over the golden fields of corn

Doth shine the autumn sky;

So let’s be merry while we may,

For time goes hurrying by.

They took down the sickle from the wall

When morning dew shone pearly;

And the mower whets the ringing scythe

To cut the bearded barley.

Come then into the harvest-fields;

The robin sings his song;

The corn stands yellow on the hills,

And autumn stays not long.

They’ll carry the sheaves of corn away;

They carried to-day so early,

Along the lanes, with a rustling sound,

Their loads of the bearded barley.