The Harvest of the Sea
1872-1918
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.
DayPoems Poem No. 1111
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1111.html">The Harvest of the Sea by John McCrae</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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