The Harvest of the Sea
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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"The earth grows white with harvest; all day long..."
Exploring the themes of classic, John Alexander McCrae delivers a powerful performance in "The Harvest of the Sea"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...