THE BUCKWHEAT BLOOM.

Buchweizenfelder am Weyerberg

OH, the buckwheat bloom! Oh, the buckwheat bloom!
Where the sunbeams sleep and the wild bees boom,
Where the brown leaves fall and the sweet winds croon
Through the lengthened shades of the afternoon;
There the white fields lie in the wood's embrace,
And the stream slips by with a smiling face—
'Twixt the roadside fence and the woodside gloom,
Are the fragrant billows of buckwheat bloom.

Oh, the buckwheat bloom! Oh, the buckwheat bloom!
When the skies are soft, and the gray hills loom
Through the distant reaches of amber light—
When the goldenrod by the stream is bright;
Then I love to stray where the warm winds catch
At the milk-white spray in the buckwheat patch—
From the roadside fence to the woodside gloom,
Through the fragrant billows of buckwheat bloom.

Oh, the buckwheat bloom! Oh, the buckwheat bloom!
When the blackbird swings on a bending plume
Of the golden corn, as it nods and sways
In the yellow light of the autumn days;
Then I close my eyes, and my senses yield
To the spell that lies in the buckwheat field
'Twixt the roadside fence and the woodside gloom,
'Mong the fragrant billows of buckwheat bloom.
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 By James Ball Naylor