| William Wilfred Campbell, comp. The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse. 1913. | | | | The Pasture Field | | By Ethelwyn Wetherald (1857–1940) |
| | | WHEN spring has burned | |
| The ragged robe of winter, stitch by stitch, | |
| And deftly turned | |
| To moving melody the wayside ditch, | |
| The pale-green pasture field behind the bars | 5 |
| Is goldened o’er with dandelion stars. | |
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| When summer keeps | |
| Quick pace with sinewy, white-shirted arms, | |
| And daily steeps | |
| In sunny splendour all her spreading farms, | 10 |
| The pasture field is flooded foamy white | |
| With daisy faces looking at the light. | |
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| When autumn lays | |
| Her golden wealth upon the forest floor, | |
| And all the days | 15 |
| Look backward at the days that went before, | |
| A pensive company, the asters, stand, | |
| Their blue eyes brightening the pasture land. | |
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| When winter lifts | |
| A sounding trumpet to his strenuous lips, | 20 |
| And shapes the drifts | |
| To curves of transient loveliness, he slips | |
| Upon the pasture’s ineffectual brown | |
| A swan-soft vestment delicate as down. | | | | |
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