Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO THE HARVEST MOON, by WILLIAM STANLEY ROSCOE



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TO THE HARVEST MOON, by                     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.





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