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Wednesday, September 26, 2018

The Reaper and the Flowers

It's Spring, in the Southern Hemisphere.... so I went looking for a poem I read a long time ago about a woman who died in Spring, when all the flowers were blooming.  

I found this instead.  Maybe someday I will find the other, more modern one.....

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

The Reaper and the Flowers

From the collection: Voices of the Night 1839

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
  And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
  And the flowers that grow between.
"Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith he;
  "Have naught but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
  I will give them all back again."
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
  He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
  He bound them in his sheaves.
"My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,"
  The Reaper said, and smiled;
"Dear tokens of the earth are they,
  Where He was once a child.
"They shall all bloom in fields of light,
  Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
  These sacred blossoms wear."
And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
  The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again
  In the fields of light above.
Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
  The Reaper came that day;
'T was an angel visited the green earth,
  And took the flowers away.


  1. Thank you for sharing

  2. You're welcome. Poems are running through my head at the moment. Best Wishes.


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