All through the blood-red Autumn, When the harvest came to the full; When the days were sweet with sunshine, And the nights were wonderful,— @3The Reaper reaped without ceasing.@1 All through the roaring Winter, When the skies were black with wrath, When earth alone slept soundly, And the seas were white with froth,— @3The Reaper reaped without ceasing.@1 All through the quick of the Spring-time, When the birds sang cheerily, When the trees and the flowers were burgeoning, And men went wearily,— @3The Reaper reaped without ceasing.@1 All through the blazing Summer, When the year was at its best, When Earth, subserving God alone, In her fairest robes was dressed,— @3The Reaper reaped without ceasing.@1 So, through the Season's roundings, While nature waxed and waned, And only man by thrall of man Was scarred and marred and stained,— @3The Reaper reaped without ceasing.@1 How long, O Lord, shall the Reaper Harry the growing field? Stretch out Thy Hand and stay him, Lest the future no fruit yield!— @3And the Gleaner find nought for His gleaning.@1 Thy Might alone can end it,— This fratricidal strife. Our souls are sick with the tale of death, Redeem us back to life!— @3That the Gleaner be glad in His gleaning.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE CEMETERY BY THE SEA by PAUL VALERY FOR THAT HE LOOKED NOT UPON HER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE SONNET: ADDRESSED TO HAYDON (1) by JOHN KEATS THE IMMORTALS by ISAAC ROSENBERG OF THE MANNER OF ADDRESSING CLOUDS by WALLACE STEVENS NOVEMBER, 1806 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH VERSES ADDRESSED TO IMITATOR OF FIRST SATIRE OF HORACE by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU |