HarvestersInto the semblance of their wistful feet; No rumorous tale the dawn wind overheard Of shapes that moved among dim sheaves of wheat,___ There will be nothing when the husbandmen Return, to hint of such as come to keep Tryst with old dreams in summer fields again, Remembering harvests that were theirs to reap. And they who till these acres have no way Of knowing how precarious and frail Is tenure that at any twilight may Revert to ghostly claimants, by entail; Nor how, at harvest-time, these take a yield, Weightless as dream, from field on darkened field __Margaret Perkins Briggs |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
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(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)