Harvest by Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz

{Poem of the Day}
Went out to my car this morning and there was frost on my windshield. Wasn’t wearing a jacket and I felt great. Besides my prehistoric-like ways, this is just another reason why I think I was cold-blooded in my past life. Love fall. Love cooler weather. Now we just need some refreshing rain in my city!
Vintage harvest photograph from here
By Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz (?-1933)
Sweet, sweet, sweet,
Is the wind’s song,
Astir in the rippled wheat
All day long,
It hath the brook’s wild gayety,
The sorrowful cry of the sea.
Oh, hush and hear!
Sweet, sweet and clear,
Above the locust’s whirr
And hum of bee
Rises that soft, pathetic harmony.
In the meadow-grass
The innocent white daisies blow,
The dandelion plume doth pass
Vaguely to and fro, –
The unquiet spirit of a flower
That hath too brief an hour.
Now doth a little cloud all white,
Or golden bright,
Drift down the warm, blue sky;
And now on the horizon line,
Where dusky woodlands lie,
A sunny mist doth shine,
Like to a veil before a holy shrine,
Concealing, half-revealing, things divine.
Sweet, sweet, sweet,
Is the wind’s song,
Astir in the rippled wheat
All day long.
That exquisite music calls
The reaper everywhere –
Life and death must share.
The golden harvest falls.
So doth all end, –
Honored Philosophy,
Science and Art,
The bloom of the heart; –
Master, Consoler, Friend,
Make Thou the harvest of our days
To fall within Thy ways.

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My book blog is dedicated to finding books, stories & ideas that redefine women's literature to be something smarter & funnier. More RAWResome lit for ladies. I am remaining some-what anonymous because I have a day job. My Man-Beast and I are soon going to live abroad in China, so that's why I'm a reblog-aholic.

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