Song of the Wheat
Lincolnshire rain
in dyke and in ditch
has ruined the wheat
and blackened the husk
the wheat which said wheat
and us us us
wheat wheat wheat
and us us us
stands silent now
dark mauve
so still
mildew and damp spores
and mouldy kernel
But I heard it once
fresh rustling free
whispering it's name
to the sky and to me
wheat wheat wheat
and us us us
wheat wheat wheat
and us us us
William Blake: Mildew Blasting Ears of Corn