Soon will she lie like a white-frost sunrise.|
Yellow oats and brown wheat, barley pale as rye,
Long since your sheaves have yielded to the thresher,
Felt the girdle loosened, seen the tresses fly.
-George Meredith, Love in the Valley, 1851
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