[Editor: This poem by Mary Eliza Fullerton was published in Moods and Melodies: Sonnets and Lyrics (1908).]
Re-Incarnated
Along the west horizon to and fro
I lie and watch him from the far hill-top,
Turn Autumn furrow for the Summer crop;
His stout team pulls along the evening’s glow,
Till earth’s and heaven’s peace do interflow.
Sweet odours rise, sweet influences drop,
And Nature’s organ breathes from every stop,
The pastorals that they who love her know.
The Ploughman comes beside his patient team:
I love the pungent earth-smells sweet and strong,
That touch me as they pass. Into the gleam
Of eve there answering shoots along
The glory of the man’s soul, and the Dream;
And in the lights I see the Ayrshire Lad of Song.
Source:
Mary E. Fullerton, Moods and Melodies: Sonnets and Lyrics, Melbourne: Thomas C. Lothian, 1908, p. 44
Editor’s notes:
Ayrshire Lad of Song = a reference to Robert Burns (1759-1796), a writer of poems and songs, known as the Bard of Ayrshire; he was born in Ayrshire (Scotland)
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