The Harvest Of The Sea
Read 'The Harvest Of The Sea' by 'John McCrae' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
The Harvest Of The Sea by John Mccrae
The earth grows white with harvest; all day long
The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves
Her web of silence o'er the thankful song
Of reapers bringing home the golden sheaves.
The wave tops whiten on the sea fields drear,
And men go forth at haggard dawn to reap;
But ever 'mid the gleaners' song we hear
The half-hushed sobbing of the hearts that weep.
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