Among the sheaves (Poem) by Evelyn Forest

Among the sheaves

I
Among the sheaves—the golden sheaves,
An empty heart, I walk forlorn:
How sadly sigh the alder leaves—
I loathe those fields of mellow corn!

II
Among the sheaves—the golden sheaves,
My heart is full, new hopes are born:
My heart is faint—for Hope deceives:
My passion may be met by scorn!

III
Among the sheaves—the golden sheaves,
My Love is won! No more forlorn,
How sweet the whisp’ring alder leaves—
I bless those fields of mellow corn!

Evelyn Forest
(Pen name of Anne Pares)
(  … – …  unknown)
Among the sheaves
Illustration: Frederick Eltze (1836–1870)

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