Rows of corn and potato stalks extend beyond sight;

Amidst young kales, thick spinach increase with green.

The hour is both long and bright;

Among Peasant sense of hard work is keen.

Raised paths and narrow tracks interlink myriads of villages;

Row on row of uniformed trees for borders make the best hedges.

Far and nigh, A thousand billows springs up from a thousand homesteads.

Low or high, rowdy laughters spread; it’s the dusk mead.

chats of fat fat domestics mostly offer the best debates;

At leisure gallant farmers drink up till late.

The sky scraping ridge and the turbid river converge at the bridge,

Past the aged hill, a small town comes to view; I am come home anew.


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