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THE HARVEST, by            
First Line: Summer, the alchemist, achieves once more
Last Line: Must blossom swiftly with great shocks of grain.
Subject(s): Fields; Harvest; Pastures; Meadows; Leas


Summer, the alchemist, achieves once more
An ancient miracle. Soft breezes wave
Vast seas of golden grain whose billows lave
The far horizon till that shimmering shore
Of heaven seems gilded. Sea-blue skies, that soar
Above this gleaming world, rest eyes that crave
Relief from those too glittering fields which pave
The level prairie's checkered, golden floor.
Come clicking reapers, hissing sickle bars,
The shouts of wearied men, lashes that sting
Poor patient beasts; then come the first faint stars—
And one day's toil is ended. Wheat, the king,
Is a harsh master, but the mighty plain
Must blossom swiftly with great shocks of grain.





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