Frances Darwin Cornford

(30 March 1886 - 19 August 1960 / Cambridge, England)

In France - Poem by Frances Darwin Cornford

The poplars in the fields of France
Are golden ladies come to dance ;
But yet to see them there is none
But I and the September sun.

The girl who in their shadow sits
Can only see the sock she knits ;
Her dog is watching all the day
That not a cow shall go astray.

The leisurely contented cows
Can only see the earth they browse ;
Their piebald bodies through the grass
With busy, munching noses pass.

Alone the sun and I behold
Processions crowned with shining gold
The poplars in the fields of France,
Like glorious ladies come to dance.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

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