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HARVESTING by JOHN DRINKWATER

Poet Analysis

First Line: PALE SHEAVES OF OATS, POCKED BY UNTIMELY RAIN
Last Line: UNCARRIED ON COLD FIELDS, IS ALL MY FEAR.
Subject(s): HARVEST;
PALE sheaves of oats, pocked by untimely rain,
Under October skies,
Teased and forlorn,
Ungathered lie where still the tardy wain
Comes not to seal
The seasons of the corn,
From prime to June, with running barns of grain.

Now time with me is at the middle year,
The register of youth
Is now to sing . . .
My thoughts are ripe, my moods are in full ear;
That they should fail
Of harvesting,
Uncarried on cold fields, is all my fear.


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