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LAST YEAR'S HARVEST by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER

First Line: SINCE HARVEST PASSED FROM OUT THIS LONELY GATE
Last Line: MY SWEETEST THOUGHTS, ERE THEY WAX COLD AND FAINT.
Subject(s): HARVEST;

Since harvest passed from out this lonely gate,
Which strains and clatters now in winter's flaw -
With all the merry groups that stirred or sate
Among the red wheat, stemmed with amber straw,
How changed is all the scene! changed by the law
Of death - and I a weary term must wait,
Till once again the seasons reinstate
The glory and the beauty which I saw!
'Twas here I watched the mighty landscape stretched
To the far hills, through green and azure grades;
'Twas here I studied all its lights and shades;
And from this field, one golden morn, I fetched
Some hues for those small tablets, where I paint
My sweetest thoughts, ere they wax cold and faint.



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