Question

Sitting in a porchway cool

Sunlight I see, dying fast ,

Twilight hastens on to rule.

Working hours have well-nigh past.

Shadows run across the lands:

But a sower lingers still,

Old, in rags he patient stands.

Looking on, feel a thrill.

Black and high, his silhouette

Dominates the furrows deep

Now to sow the task is set .

Soon shall come a time to reap.

Marches he along the plain

To and fro ,and scatters wide

From his hands the precious grain:

Muse I ,as I see him stride.

Darkness deepens .. faded the light .

Now his gestures to mine eyes

Are august ;and strange ; his height

Seems to touch the starry skies .give the theme of the poem​

Answer 1

Sitting in a porchway cool

Sunlight I see, dying fast ,

Twilight hastens on to rule.

Working hours have well-nigh past.

Shadows run across the lands:

But a sower lingers still,

Old, in rags he patient stands.

Looking on, feel a thrill.

Black and high, his silhouette

Dominates the furrows deep

Now to sow the task is set .

Soon shall come a time to reap.

Marches he along the plain

To and fro ,and scatters wide

From his hands the precious grain:

Muse I ,as I see him stride.

Darkness deepens .. faded the light .

Now his gestures to mine eyes

Are august ;and strange ; his height

Seems to touch the starry skies .give the theme of the poem