Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ON FIELDS OER WHICH THE REAPER'S HAND HAS PASSED, by HENRY DAVID THOREAU


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ON FIELDS OER WHICH THE REAPER'S HAND HAS PASSED, by             Poet's Biography
Last Line: In subtler webs than finest summer haze
Subject(s): Harvest


On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd
Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,
My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind
And of such fineness as October airs,
There after harvest could I glean my life
A richer harvest reaping without toil,
And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will
In subtler webs than finest summer haze.





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