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RUTH – THOMAS HOOD

1 November 2006

When I began my relationship with the woman who became my wife, I searched for a poem that summed up at least a bit of what I was feeling.  If I found a suitable poem, I had half a mind to print it on a card, perhaps on invitations, engagement notices or something!

Anyway, after an age of looking without success, I half-heartedly searched the library for “Ruth”, and I couldn’t believe it when I came across a poem called “Ruth” that was perfect.

She stood breast high amid the corn
Clasp’d by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.

On her cheek an autumn flush,
Deeply ripen’d;— such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.

Round her eyes her tresses fell,
Which were blackest none could tell,
But long lashes veil’d a light,
That had else been all too bright,

And her hat, with shady brim,
Made her tressy forehead dim;—
Thus she stood amid the stooks,
Praising God with sweetest looks:—

Sure, I said, Heav’n did not mean,
Where I reap thou shouldst but glean,
Lay thy sheaf adown and come,
Share my harvest and my home.

‘Ruth’ — Thomas Hood ( 1862-1863)

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