Treasure Island

John McCrae

(30 November 1872 – 28 January 1918 / Guelph, Ontario)

The Harvest Of The Sea


The earth grows white with harvest; all day long
The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves
Her web of silence o'er the thankful song
Of reapers bringing home the golden sheaves.

The wave tops whiten on the sea fields drear,
And men go forth at haggard dawn to reap;
But ever 'mid the gleaners' song we hear
The half-hushed sobbing of the hearts that weep.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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