Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume I. Of Home: of Friendship. 1904. | | | | Poems of Home: IV. Youth | | Ruth | | Thomas Hood (1799–1845) |
| | | SHE stood breast high amid the corn, | |
| Clasped by the golden light of morn, | |
| Like the sweetheart of the sun, | |
| Who many a glowing kiss had won. | |
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| On her cheek an autumn flush | 5 |
| Deeply ripened;—such a blush | |
| In the midst of brown was born, | |
| Like red poppies grown with corn. | |
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| Round her eyes her tresses fell,— | |
| Which were blackest none could tell; | 10 |
| But long lashes veiled a light | |
| That had else been all too bright. | |
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| And her hat, with shady brim, | |
| Made her tressy forehead dim;— | |
| Thus she stood amid the stooks, | 15 |
| Praising God with sweetest looks. | |
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| Sure, I said, Heaven did not mean | |
| Where I reap thou shouldst but glean; | |
| Lay thy sheaf adown and come, | |
| Share my harvest and my home. | 20 | | | |
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