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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
1130. Harvest
By Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz
SWEET, sweet, sweet,
  Is the wind’s song,
Astir in the rippled wheat
  All day long.
It hath the brook’s wild gayety,        5
The sorrowful cry of the sea.
  Oh hush and hear!
  Sweet, sweet and clear,
  Above the locust’s whirr
  And hum of bee        10
Rises that soft, pathetic harmony.
In the meadow-grass
  The innocent white daisies blow,
The dandelion plume doth pass
  Vaguely to and fro,—        15
The unquiet spirit of a flower
That hath too brief an hour.
Now doth a little cloud all white,
    Or golden bright,
Drift down the warm, blue sky;        20
  And now on the horizon line,
Where dusky woodlands lie,
  A sunny mist doth shine,
Like to a veil before a holy shrine,
  Concealing, half-revealing        25
    Things Divine.
Sweet, sweet, sweet,
  Is the wind’s song,
Astir in the rippled wheat
  All day long.        30
That exquisite music calls
  The reaper everywhere—
  Life and death must share,
The golden harvest falls.
So doth all end,—        35
  Honored Philosophy,
  Science and Art,
  The bloom of the heart;—
Master, Consoler, Friend,
  Make Thou the harvest of our days        40
  To fall within Thy ways.


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