A SAXON SONG

Tools with the comely names,

Mattock and scythe and spade,

Couth and bitter as flames,

Clean, and bowed in the blade,--

A man and his tools make a man and his trade.

Breadth of the English shires,

Hummock and kame and mead,

Tang of the reeking byres,

Land of the English breed,--

A man and his land make a man and his creed.

Leisurely flocks and herds,

Cool-eyed cattle that come

Mildly to wonted words,

Swine that in orchards roam,--

A man and his beasts make a man and his home.

Children sturdy and flaxen

Shouting in brotherly strife,

Like the land they are Saxon,

Sons of a man and his wife,--

For a man and his loves make a man and his life.

Georgian poetry, 1920-22 · 第 142 / 188 题