The earth grows white with harvest; all day long
The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves
Her web of silence o'er the thankful song
Of reapers bringing home the golden sheaves.
The wave tops whiten on the sea fields drear,
And men go forth at haggard dawn to reap;
But ever 'mid the gleaners' song we hear
The half-hushed sobbing of the hearts that weep.
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Comments1Just read "The Harvest Of The Sea" and wow... it really paints a picture in your head, doesn't it? I love how it contrasts the joy of harvest with the sorrow of the sea. Kinda makes you think about the hardships faced by those out at sea. It's real heartfelt and moving. The imagery is just top notch!