The Cornfields
Read 'The Cornfields' by 'Vachel Lindsay' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
The cornfields rise above mankind,
Lifting white torches to the blue,
Each season not ashamed to be
Magnificently decked for you.
What right have you to call them yours,
And in brute lust of riches burn
Without some radiant penance wrought,
Some beautiful, devout return?
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