Classic Poem

When Robert put the seed in, seed in, seed in,
Grey dust floated at his knees —
Sower swinging like a mower,
Stepping over nest of plover,
Up the furrowed slope with ease.

The rooks were white with sunlight, sunlight, sunlight,
When Robert put the seed in;
Gulls with narrow wings no whiter
Flew before them, floated lighter,
Far from sea-wet cliffs they breed in.

Early night sent Robert home, Robert home, Robert home;
Sunset sent the wind to blow
From the East and dry the loam
Grey as cloud-hills, ere should come
A star like burning snow.