Like Barley Bending

by 

Like barley bending
In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Ceaselessly;

Like barley bending
And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
Rise from pain;

So would I softly,
Day long, night long,
Change my sorrow
Into song.
Crowd Score: 10.0
📖

Want to save this story?

Create a free account to build your personal library of favorite stories