In Harvest

By Sophie Jewett 1861–1909 Sophie Jewett
Mown meadows skirt the standing wheat;   
I linger, for the hay is sweet,
New-cut and curing in the sun.
Like furrows, straight, the windrows run,   
Fallen, gallant ranks that tossed and bent   
When, yesterday, the west wind went   
A-rioting through grass and grain.   
To-day no least breath stirs the plain;   
Only the hot air, quivering, yields   
Illusive motion to the fields
Where not the slenderest tassel swings.   
Across the wheat flash sky-blue wings;   
A goldfinch dangles from a tall,   
Full-flowered yellow mullein; all
The world seems turning blue and gold.   
Unstartled, since, even from of old,   
Beauty has brought keen sense of her,   
I feel the withering grasses stir;   
Along the edges of the wheat,
I hear the rustle of her feet:
And yet I know the whole sea lies,   
And half the earth, between our eyes.

Source: The Poems of Sophie Jewett (1910)

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Poet Sophie Jewett 1861–1909

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Subjects Nature, Summer, Landscapes & Pastorals

Poetic Terms Couplet

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Born in Moravia, New York, poet Sophie Jewett was the daughter of a country doctor. Her childhood was marked by loss and displacement. When she was seven years old, her mother died, and Jewett was summoned from sleep to observe her passing; her father died two years later. After his death, Jewett and her three siblings moved to Buffalo to live with their uncle and grandmother, both of whom died during Jewett’s adolescence.

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SUBJECT Nature, Summer, Landscapes & Pastorals

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Poetic Terms Couplet

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