I strolled last eve across the lonely down;
One solitary picture struck my eye:
A distant ploughboy stood against the sky-
How far he seemed above the noisy town!
Upon the bosom of a cloud the sod
Laid its bruised cheek as he moved slowly by,
And, watching him, I asked myself if I
In very truth stood half as near to God.
A Picture
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Poem topics: cloud, god, lonely, sky, truth, town, picture, noisy, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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