Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE HARVEST MOON, by WILLIAM STANLEY ROSCOE Poet's Biography First Line: Again thou reignest in thy golden hall Last Line: Come to his gates, alas, with empty hands. Subject(s): Moon | ||||||||
Again thou reignest in thy golden hall, Rejoicing in thy sway, fair queen of night! The ruddy reapers hail thee with delight, Theirs is the harvest, theirs the joyous call For tasks well ended ere the season's fall. Sweet orb, thou smilest from thy starry height, But whilst on them thy beams are shedding bright, To me thou com'st o'ershadowed with a pall: To me alone the year hath fruitless flown, Earth hath fulfilled her trust through all her lands, The good man gathereth now where he had sown, And the great master in his vineyard stands; But I, as if my task were all unknown, Come to his gates, alas, with empty hands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POEM TO TAKE BACK THE NIGHT by JUNE JORDAN THE MOON AND THE SPECTATOR by LEONIE ADAMS FULL MOON by KARLE WILSON BAKER NO MORE OF THE MOON by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP THE DEPARTURE by DENISE LEVERTOV THE MOON IN GREECE by TIMOTHY LIU ON BEING FORCED TO PART WITH HIS LIBRARY FOR BENEFIT OF HIS CREDITORS by WILLIAM STANLEY ROSCOE |
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