Sonett-Forum

Normale Version: AN EVENING IN HARVEST TIME
Du siehst gerade eine vereinfachte Darstellung unserer Inhalte. Normale Ansicht mit richtiger Formatierung.
AN EVENING IN HARVEST TIME.

On goes the age with footsteps fleet and strong,
And we have seen a wondrous sight to-day ;
The mighty Chariot-reaper forced its way
Where erst the half-hidden scythes-man stoop'd along.
Another tale of harvest hours is o'er,
With all its great, and all its little gains.
And poor old Ailsie piles her wheaten store.
And feels as rich as all the rolling wains.
The moonrise seems to burn a golden oil,
To light a world of plenty, while it shows
The woodland, listening in its dark repose
To many a voice and homeward step of toil,
Till all have pass'd beyond the forest bound,
And not a footfall chafes it into sound.