On Fields Oer Which the Reapers Hand has Passed
Read 'On Fields Oer Which the Reapers Hand has Passed' by 'Henry David Thoreau' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
On Fields Oer Which the Reapers Hand has Passed by Henry David Thoreau
On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd
Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,
My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind
And of such fineness as October airs,
There after harvest could I glean my life
A richer harvest reaping without toil,
And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will
In subtler webs than finest summer haze.
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