I gathered the evening that lay Field on field to the sea; I have gathered, and they will find Few sheaves of twilight to bind, Who glean after me. Swath upon swath I have laid At my feet and bound with green withe. Did you hear the dusk falling, soft heap Upon heap? Did you hear the slow sweep Of my scythe? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IT'S A QUEER TIME by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE FROGS: HYMN OF THE INITIATES by ARISTOPHANES THE FRONTIER GUARD by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG INTIMATE VISION by JOSEPHINE BATES THE NOBLE LAY OF AILLINN by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE AMOUR by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) OLD AND NEW; THE CENTURY ASSOCIATION, 1847-1897 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |