Silent singing on the grandstand

Silent singing on the grandstand

"Not the sweet, new grass with flowers
Is this harvesting of ours;
  Not the upland clover bloom;
But the rowen mired with weeds,
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads,
Where the poppy drops its seeds
  In the silence and the gloom."

(H.W. Longfellow in Aftermath)
Herstal (B)

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