There is a Reaper whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
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I came across this masterpiece by Longfellow by chance. I am left spell-bound and mesmerized by it. What a piece of literature. It must be read as text in the subject of literature in schools or perhaps in college. Blessed with such majestic verses.
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I have found over the years that this wonderfully sweet verse has become my favorite at the most difficult time of a youthful passing.