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Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.

Song to Ceres

Leigh Hunt (1784–1859)

THOU that art our Queen again,

And may in the sun be seen again,

Come, Ceres, come,

For the War’s gone home,

And the fields are quiet and green again.

The air, dear Goddess, sighs for thee,

The light-heart brooks arise for thee,

And the poppies red

On their wistful bed

Turn up their dark blue eyes for thee.

Laugh out in the loose green jerkin

That’s fit for a Goddess to work in,

With shoulders brown,

And the wheaten crown

About thy temples perking.

And with thee came Stout Heart in,

And Toil that sleeps his cart in,

Brown Exercise,

The ruddy and wise,

His bathèd forelocks parting.

And Dancing too, that’s lither

Than willow or birch, drop hither,

To thread the place

With a finishing grace,

And carry our smooth eyes with her.