Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FROM HARVEST TO JANUARY, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: The hay has long been built into the stack Last Line: Shall nurse the soil for next year's scythes and rakes. Subject(s): Harvest | ||||||||
The hay has long been built into the stack And now the grain; anon the hunter's moon Shall wax and wane in cooler skies, and soon Again re-orbed, speed on her wonted track, To spend her snowy light upon the rack Of dark November, while her brother Sun Shall get up later for his eight-hours' run In that cold section of the Zodiac: Far from the Lion, from the Virgin far! Then onward through the last dim month shall go The two great lights, to where the kalendar Splits the mid-winter; and the feathery snow Ushering another spring, with falling flakes Shall nurse the soil for next year's scythes and rakes. | 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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