Page:The ascent of man by Blind, Mathilde.djvu/152

140

men and women, toiling there together;
 * Seven I count in all, in yon field of wheat,

Where the rich ripe ears in the harvest weather
 * Glow an orange gold through the sweltering heat.

Busy life is still, sunk in brooding leisure:
 * Birds have hushed their singing in the hushed tree-tops;

Not a single cloud mars the flawless azure;
 * Not a shadow moves o'er the moveless crops;

In the glassy shallows, that no breath is creasing,
 * Chestnut-coloured cows in the rushes dank