| Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917. |
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| 355. Harvest |
| By Eva Gore-Booth |
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| THOUGH the long seasons seem to separate | |
| Sower and reaper or deeds dreamed and done, | |
| Yet when a man reaches the Ivory Gate | |
| Labour and life and seed and corn are one. | |
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| Because thou art the doer and the deed, | 5 |
| Because thou art the thinker and the thought, | |
| Because thou art the helper and the need, | |
| And the cold doubt that brings all things to nought. | |
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| Therefore in every gracious form and shape | |
| The world’s dear open secret shalt thou find, | 10 |
| From the One Beauty there is no escape | |
| Nor from the sunshine of the Eternal mind. | |
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| The patient labourer, with guesses dim, | |
| Follows this wisdom to its secret goal. | |
| He knows all deeds and dreams exist in him, | 15 |
| And all men’s God in every human soul. | |
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