the harvest of the sea
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The Harvest of the Sea
ByJohn Alexander McCrae
The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness weavesHer 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.