O fields of corn, O fields of corn..., by R. M. Hewitt O fields of corn, O fields of corn. /
An orphan’s grief is mine; /
Heavy on my heart lies yesterday, /
But in my heart you shine.
The fleeting ...
Ploughed fields, ploughed fields, ploughed fields!.., by Geoffrey Thurley Ploughed fields, ploughed fields, ploughed fields! /
Provincial ennui... /
Upon my heart hang yesterdays /
But Russia shines within.
Beneath th...
