A thousand golden sheaves were lying there, Shining and still, but not for long to stay— As if a thousand girls with golden hair Might rise from where they slept and go away.
ATTRIBUTION:
Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935), U.S. poet. The Sheaves (l. 11–14). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
