White Sunrise
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
images © 1997 by Randy Wang
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