Classic Poem

We have sweat our share;
The harrow is caught full of sod-pieces,
The bright disks are misted yellow in the wet.
Hear tardy hesitant drops from the eaves!
Let the rain work now.

We can rest today.
Let the dozy eye,
The one raised hip
Give no hint to the hours.

We are not done with toil:
Let rain work in these hours,
Wind in the night's hours,
We with the sun together