From “The Cornflower and Other Poems,” by permission.
WORK
Sweet wind, fair wind, where have you been?
“I’ve been sweeping the cobwebs out of the sky;
I’ve been grinding a grist in the mill hard by;
I’ve been laughing at work while others sigh;
Let those laugh who win!”
Sweet rain, soft rain, what are you doing?
“I’m urging the corn to fill out its cells;