Sweetheart of the Sun

"Sweetheart of the Sun" (2004) Eric William Barnum, composer Robert Bode, conductor Choral Arts Northwest, choir — www.choralartsnw.org She stood breast high amid the corn, Clasped by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won. On her cheek an autumn flush, Deeply ripened;—such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light, That had else been all too bright. And her hat, with shady brim, Made her tressy forehead dim;— Thus she stood amid the stooks, Praising God with sweetest looks:— Sure, I said, heaven did not mean, Where I reap thou shouldst but glean, Lay thy sheaf adown and come, Share my harvest and my home. — Thomas Hood www.ericwilliambarnum.com www.ericbarnum.com