The Gleaner
As children gather daisies down green ways Mid butterflies and bees, To-day across the meadows of past days I gathered memories. I stored my heart with harvest of lost hours - With blossoms of spent years; Leaves that had known the sun of joy, and hours Drenched with the rain of tears. And perfumes that were long ago distilled From April's pink and white, Again with all their old enchantment, filled My spirit with delight. From out the limbo where lost roses go The place we may not see, With all its petals sweet and half-ablow, One rose returned to me. Where falls the sunlight chequered by the shade On meadows of the past, I gathered blossoms that no sun can fade No winter wind can blast.
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"As children gather daisies down green ways..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Virna Sheard delivers a powerful performance in "The Gleaner"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...