Excerpt from In the Furrow, Poems Let me follow in the furrow while you turn the black soil over; Let me breathe the smell of Mother Earth I have not known so long. Here last summer through the sun and rain grew timothy and clover, Here again I feel my heart alive with all the joy of song. Though I come each spring-returning to the same instinct ive rapture, It could never be more wonderful a transport than today. Let me follow in the furrow that my heart may so recapture The dreams that chased the swallow's flight and lost it far away. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.