Songs of the Common Day, and Ave!

An Ode for the Shelley Centenary

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

THE PUMPKINS IN THE CORN


 

AMBER and blue, the smoke behind the hill,
     Where in the glow fades out the Morning Star,
     Curtains the Autumn cornfield, sloped afar,
And strikes an acrid savour on the chill.
The hilltop fence shines saffron o'er the still
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     Unbending ranks of bunched and bleaching corn
     And every pallid stalk is crisp with morn,
Crisp with the silver Autumn morn's distil.

Purple the narrowing alleys stretched between
     The spectral shooks, a purple harsh and cold,

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     But spotted, where the gadding pumpkins run,
With bursts of blaze that startle the serene
     Like sudden voices,—globes of orange bold,
     Elate to mimic the unrisen sun.