Richard Henry Horne

(1802-1884 / England)

The Plough, A Landscape In Berkshire - Poem by Richard Henry Horne

ABOVE yon sombre swell of land
   Thou see'st the dawn's grave orange hue,
With one pale streak like yellow sand,
   And over that a vein of blue.

The air is cold above the woods;
   All silent is the earth and sky,
Except with his own lonely moods
   The blackbird holds a colloquy.

Over the broad hill creeps a beam,
   Like hope that gilds a good man's brow;
And now ascends the nostril-stream
   Of stalwart horses come to plough.

Ye rigid Ploughmen, bear in mind
   Your labour is for future hours:
Advance--spare not--nor look behind--
   Plough deep and straight with all your powers!


Comments about The Plough, A Landscape In Berkshire by Richard Henry Horne

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: future, lonely, hope, sky, horse, power



Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]