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 , Upon the distant fields, Today, what beauty lies! The stalks in massed array, As high as human head, A spreading forest rise.

They rustle by the paths As heavy grain weighs down The shining waves of corn; Then as they bow in wind Among the stalks, like stars, A flash of blue is born.

In glittering brocade Each shining meadow gleams, In summer glory dressed; All smiling in its joy To feel its loveliness By sunny lips caressed.

Then like a frightened gasp, Abruptly through the plain A rippling shudder ran; As if the fields grew pale And turned in sudden fear The clustering roofs to scan.