Forget Me Not/1827/Ruth
< Forget Me Not | 1827
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RUTH.
BY T. HOOD, ESQ.
She stood breast-high amidst the corn,Clasp’d by the golden light of morn;Like the sweetheart of the sun,Who many a burning kiss had won.
On her cheek an autumn flushDeeply ripen’d—such a blushIn the midst of brown was born,Like red poppies grown with corn.
Round her eyes her tresses fell—Which were darkest none could tell;But long lashes veil’d a lightWhich had else been all too bright;
And her hat with shady brimMade her forehead darkly dim:Thus she stood among the stooks,Praising God with her sweet looks.
Sure, I said, Heav’n did not meanWhere I reap thou shouldst but glean:Lay thy sheaf adown, and comeShare my harvest and my home.
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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