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THE LAST SWEEP OF THE SCYTHE, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The year had rushed along through may and june
Last Line: That fallen corn is bread, and many a loss true gain.
Subject(s): Harvest


The year had rushed along through May and June,
And my own natal month, her goal to win;
And now the fruitful sheaves were coming in;
The glow of August made the barren moon
As mellow as the corn-lands. One bright field,
Which to the southward sloped, enhancing all
The beauty of the view, was last to fall
Before the sweeping scythe. Its doom was sealed;
I grieved to think how fleet and fugitive
Are all our joys, how near to change or harm:
And how that azure distance would outlive
Its golden foreground, losing half its charm!
But I remembered, ere I looked again,
That fallen corn is bread, and many a loss true gain.





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