In a Corn-Field. (Folkestone)Sara AnnLeifchildLeifchild, Sara A.IllustratorT.GreenGreen, T.
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In a Corn-Field.
(Folkestone).Where the nodding grasses grow,Nodding to the waves below—Where the poppies, all aglow,Streak the rye—There I lie.Western breezes wander by.Western breezes rock the wheat,Wanton with the clover sweet.Summer joy would be complete,But that ILook and sigh,Missing thee among the rye !Where the cliffs, with backward sway,Show the morning on the bay,Silver-drest for holiday—There I lie,Sea and skyLocked together dreamily.Banished memories arise,Singing tender melodies,Bring a mist before my eyes,Tread a measure,Through the leisure,Is it pain, or is it pleasure ?Sara A. Leifchild.