Labor and the Angel

by Duncan Campbell Scott

Of the whoop and the swing of the snow-shoe raid

Through the cedar brakes.

Sing me a song of the apple-loft,

Of the corn and the nuts and the mounds of meal,

Of the sweeping whir of the spindle soft,

And the spinning-wheel.

Sing me a song of the open page,

Where the ruddy gleams of the firelight dance,

Where bends my love Armitage,

Reading an old romance.