Description 'The Hayfield' by Michael Field (1846 - 1914).'The last load is carried, / The meadow is mown; / Then why on the scythe-track / Still wanderest lone? /The high-loaded wagon / Has wound round the hill; / But thou in the valley / Art lingering still. /'Dost think of the voices / So cheery, so blithe? / The bloom on the grasses? / The sweep of the scythe? /'The joy of the children / A-rock on the hay? / The wind-wafted fragrance? / The laughter, the play?' /'The high-loaded wagon / Has wound round the hill; / But I in the valley / Am lingering still, /'To think of their sorrow, / Whose day's work is done, / Who are not called homeward / At set of the sun. /'Whose life's tale is ended, / Or e'er the life close; / To think, for a moment, / How bitter for those /'Who in the bare stubble / Must still linger on; / The burdens all carried, / The comrades all gone.'