Show the barley the grain stands bonny where the cliffs are sheer and the blue north sea Is sleeping the stocks are yellow in a golden ear ath their shadows inward creeping the tide lies silent on the sands below and the autumn mists hang early to fade in heaven er the d stant row of the long red roofs beyond the barley 0 late last harvest time when days were long worked men and maids by the and gulls sailed landward in a throng to the liver pastures heading soft was the footstep that beside me trod in the de v of morning early for love walked there beneath the smile 0 tod an the high blue sky above the barley the stalks fall mellow to the sweeping blade with their weeds laid shorn beside them and eyes meet stealthily as lad and maid glance over where the stocks divide them but mine turn ever while I 1 work alone through the long day late and early to a low mound bing by a standing stone where the wall shuts out the barley where the nether kirk Is gray janet by the long blue sea beyond the barley violet jacob in the outlook |