Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts (10 January 1860 – 26 November 1943 / Douglas, New Brunswick)
In an Old Barn
Tons upon tons the brown-green fragrant hay
O'erbrims the mows beyond the time-warped eaves,
Up to the rafters where the spider weaves,
Though few flies wander his secluded way.
Through a high chink one lonely golden ray,
Wherein the dust is dancing, slants unstirred.
In the dry hush some rustlings light are heard,
Of winter-hidden mice at furtive play.
Far down, the cattle in their shadowed stalls,
Nose-deep in clover fodder's meadowy scent,
Forget the snows that whelm their pasture streams,
The frost that bites the world beyond their walls.
Warm housed, they dream of summer, well content
In day-long contemplation of their dreams.
Poet Other Poems
- All Night the Lone Cicada
- An April Adoration
- An Epitaph for a Husbandman
- At the Gates of Spring
- Ave! (An Ode for the Shelley Centenary, ...
- Bat, Bat, Come Under my Hat
- Cambrai and Marne
- Canadian Streams
- Grey Rocks, and Greyer Sea
- Hilltop Song
- In an Old Barn
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.