Look at the little darlings in the corn!

        The rye is taller than you, who think yourself

     So high and mighty¹: look how the heads are

          borne

     Dark and proud on the sky, like a number of

          knights²

     Passing with spears and pennants⁴ and manly⁵ scorn.

 

     Knights indeed!—much knight³ I know will ride

        With his head held high-serene against the sky!

     Limping and following rather at my side

        Moaning for me to love him!—Oh darling rye

     How I adore you for your simple pride!

 

     And the dear, dear fireflies wafting⁶ in between

        And over the swaying corn-stalks, just above

     All the dark-feathered helmets, like little green

        Stars come low and wandering here for love

     Of these dark knights, shedding their delicate

          sheen!

 

     I thank you I do, you happy creatures, you dears

        Riding the air, and carrying all the time

     Your little lanterns behind you! Ah, it cheers

        My soul to see you settling and trying to

          climb

     The corn-stalks, tipping with fire the spears.

 

     All over the dim corn's motion, against the blue

        Dark sky of night, a wandering glitter, a

         

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