| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Wheat | | By Clinton Scollard (1860–1932) |
| | | BEHOLD a billowy sea of golden spears | |
| That to and fro in every breeze that blows | |
| Tosses its amber waves, and proudly shows | |
| Bright scarlet poppies when the warm wind veers. | |
| Hearken, and lo! there falls upon the ears | 5 |
| A song as mellow as the one that rose | |
| From Boaz’ fields at daytime’s drowsy close | |
| And thrilled his heart in those dim Hebrew years. | |
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| And the swart mower, leaning on his scythe | |
| To catch the swelling music, clear and blithe, | 10 |
| Thinks, as his eyes with love-light brim and glow, | |
| That she who sings, the while the bright beams fade, | |
| Is far diviner than the lovely maid | |
| Who gleaned in fields Judean long ago. | | | | |
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