Nature
The Harvest of the Sea
From In Flanders Fields and Other Poems (1919)
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.
Codex Note
Eight lines on the harvest of the land set against the harvest of the sea, where men reap and the gleaners' song is mixed with the sobbing of those who weep for the drowned.
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MLA
McCrae, John. “The Harvest of the Sea.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/mccrae/19/.
Chicago
McCrae, John. “The Harvest of the Sea.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/mccrae/19/.
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