When I first read Flecker’s poetic ballad, I knew without any gender reference that he was addressing a young male. “It was no sooner than this morn/ That first I first found you there,/ Deep in a field of southern corn/ As golden as your hair.” And: “For we are simple, you and I,/ We do what others do./ Linger and toil and laugh and die/ And love the whole night through.”
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