WjtHERE lupines bloom and poppies blow And poplars tower to the sky And the long lines of new-sown wheat Slope down to where the... A Song of Autumn and Other Poems - Page 42 by Henry Meade Bland - 1907 - 96 pages Full view - About this book
...Slope down to where the marches lie, 'Tis there beneath the poplar shade, Watched by a thousand lupin eyes. Asleep and alone in a dim, dim night My own, my matchless Harold lies. O cruel plover, cry no more Like moaning tide or sullen wind ; For all unmeet it is to grieve Except...