THE boughs do shake and the bells do ring, So merrily comes our harvest in, Our harvest in, our harvest in, So merrily comes our harvest in. We've ploughed, we've sowed, We've reaped, we've mowed, We've got our harvest in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS CREDO by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM TO WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON TAGORE by MARIANNE MOORE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 2 by EZRA POUND |