Explore "A Resolve" by Annie Fellows Johnston on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
THE fields of thought are plowed so deep, / So carefully are tilled, / That all the granaries of the world / With plenteous store are filled.
Unless I deeper plow and sow, / What sheaf, then, can I bring? / So like the black-bird in the field, / I'll eat the wheat and sing.