'THE fields are white to harvest, look and see, Are white abundantly. The full-orbed harvest moon shines clear, The harvest time draws near, Be of good cheer.' 'Ah woe is me! I have no heart for harvest time, Grown sick with hope deferred from chime to chime.' 'But Chirst can give thee heart Who loveth thee: Can set thee in the eternal ecstasy Of His great jubilee: Can give thee dancing heart and shining face, And lips filled full of grace, And pleasures as the rivers and the sea. Who knocketh at His door He welcomes evermore: Kneel down before That ever-open door (The time is short) and smite Thy breast, and pray with all thy might.' 'What shall I say?' 'Nay, pray. Tho' one but say "Thy Will be done," He hath not lost his day At set of sun.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT THE ENGINE SAYS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON GREAT THOUGHTS by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY SONNET TO CHARLOTTE M-- by BERNARD BARTON MY JEWEL CASE by BESSE BURNETT BELL SONNET (3) by JOACHIM DU BELLAY EX ORE INFANTIS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE BALLADE OF THE SUMMER-BOARDER by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |