قصيدة The Indian Hunter
,When the summer harvest was gathered in ,And the sheaf of the gleaner grew white and thin ,And the ploughshare was in its furrow left ,Where the stubble land had been lately cleft
,When the summer harvest was gathered in ,And the sheaf of the gleaner grew white and thin ,And the ploughshare was in its furrow left ,Where the stubble land had been lately cleft