Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN EVENING IN HARVEST TIME, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: On goes the age with footsteps fleet and strong Last Line: And not a footfall chafes it into sound. Subject(s): Harvest | ||||||||
On goes the age with footsteps fleet and strong, And we have seen a wondrous sight to-day; The mighty Chariot reaper forced its way Where erst the half-hidden scythe's man stoop'd along. Another tale of harvest hours is o'er, With all its great, and all its little gains, And poor old Ailsie piles her wheaten store, And feels as rich as all the rolling wains. The moonrise seems to burn a golden oil, To light a world of plenty, while it shows The woodland, listening in its dark repose To many a voice and homeward step of toil, Till all have pass'd beyond the forest bound, And not a footfall chafes it into sound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORM AT HOPTIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LAST MAN by ELEANOR WILNER THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME by ROBERT HERRICK HARVEST SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY ANTIQUE HARVESTERS by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THE POTATO HARVEST by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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