Tolstoi is plowing yet. When the smoke-clouds break,
High in the sky shines a field as wide as the world.
There he toils for the Kingdom of Heaven's sake.
Ah, he is taller than clouds of the little earth.
Only the congress of planets is over him,
And the arching path where new sweet stars have birth.
Wearing his peasant dress, his head bent low,
Tolstoi, that angel of Peace, is plowing yet;
Forward, across the field, his horses go.
Tolstoi Is Plowing Yet
Vachel Lindsay
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Poem topics: angel, birth, heaven, peace, sky, world, head, earth, sweet, wide, sake, high, dress, kingdom, break, field, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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