The Gleaner
Methought I came unto a world-wide plain Where souls stood thick as grain at harvest-tide, And many reapers, full of pious pride, With rapid scythe-sweeps mowed them down amain; And zealous binders bound them up like grain In sheaves: the reapers at each onward stride Trod many souls down. These the binders eyed With careless looks or glances of disdain. But, following slow, a patient Gleaner came And gathered all the Binders cast aside, And made fair sheaves thereof. Whereat I cried: Why gather these? Who art thou? Name thy name! The Gleaner in a sad, sweet voice replied: The outcasts Saviour, for these, too, I died.
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Methought I came unto a world-wide plain..."
"The Gleaner" is a quintessential example of Victor James Daley's signature style... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...