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I am the Reaper

 I am the Reaper.
All things with heedful hook Silent I gather.
Pale roses touched with the spring, Tall corn in summer, Fruits rich with autumn, and frail winter blossoms— Reaping, still reaping— All things with heedful hook Timely I gather.
I am the Sower.
All the unbodied life Runs through my seed-sheet.
Atom with atom wed, Each quickening the other, Fall through my hands, ever changing, still changeless.
Ceaselessly sowing, Life, incorruptible life, Flows from my seed-sheet.
Maker and breaker, I am the ebb and the flood, Here and Hereafter, Sped through the tangle and coil Of infinite nature, Viewless and soundless I fashion all being.
Taker and giver, I am the womb and the grave, The Now and the Ever

Poem by William Ernest Henley
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