Harvest
Cows in the stall and sheep in the fold; Clouds in the west, deep crimson and gold; A heron's far flight to a roost somewhere; The twitter of killdees keen in the air; The noise of a wagon that jolts through the gloam On the last load home. There are lights in the windows; a blue spire of smoke Climbs from the grange grove of elm and oak. The smell of the Earth, where the night pours to her Its dewy libation, is sweeter than myrrh, And an incense to Toil is the smell of the loam On the last load home.
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"Cows in the stall and sheep in the fold;..."
Exploring the themes of classic, John Charles McNeill delivers a powerful performance in "Harvest"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...