Harvest Moon

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Harvest Moon

Over the twilight field,

Over the glimmering field

And bleeding furrows, with their sodden yield

Of sheaves that still did writhe,

After the scythe;

The teeming field, and darkly overstrewn

With all the garnered fullness of that noon --

Two looked upon each other.

One was a Woman, men had called their mother:

And one the Harvest Moon.

And one the Harvest Moon

Who stood, who gazed

On those unquiet gleanings, where they bled;

Till the lone Woman said:

"But we were crazed...

We should laugh now together, I and you;

We two.

You, for your ever dreaming it was worth

A star's while to look on, and light the earth;

And I, for ever telling to my mind

Glory it was and gladness, to give birth

To human kind.

I gave the breath, -- and thought it not amiss,

I gave the breath to men,

For men to slay again;

Lording it over anguish, all to give

My life, that men might live,

For this.

"You will be laughing now, remembering

We called you once Dead World, and barren thing.

Yes, so we called you then,

You, far more wise

Than to give life to men."

Over the field that there

Gave back the skies

A scattered upward stare

From sightless eyes,

The furrowed field that lay

Striving awhile, through many a bleeding dune

Of throbbing clay, -- but dumb and quiet soon,

She looked; and went her way,

The Harvest Moon.

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Harvest Moon
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<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Harvest Moon</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">Over</span> the twilight field,</p><p class="line">Over the glimmering field</p><p class="line">And bleeding furrows, with their sodden yield</p><p class="line">Of sheaves that still did writhe,</p><p class="line">After the scythe;</p><p class="line">The teeming field, and darkly overstrewn</p><p class="line">With all the garnered fullness of that noon --</p><p class="line">Two looked upon each other.</p><p class="line">One was a Woman, men had called their mother:</p><p class="line">And one the Harvest Moon.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">And one the Harvest Moon</p><p class="line">Who stood, who gazed</p><p class="line">On those unquiet gleanings, where they bled;</p><p class="line">Till the lone Woman said:</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">"But we were crazed...</p><p class="line">We should laugh now together, I and you;</p><p class="line">We two.</p><p class="line">You, for your ever dreaming it was worth</p><p class="line">A star's while to look on, and light the earth;</p><p class="line">And I, for ever telling to my mind</p><p class="line">Glory it was and gladness, to give birth</p><p class="line">To human kind.</p><p class="line">I gave the breath, -- and thought it not amiss,</p><p class="line">I gave the breath to men,</p><p class="line">For men to slay again;</p><p class="line">Lording it over anguish, all to give</p><p class="line">My life, that men might live,</p><p class="line">For this.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">"You will be laughing now, remembering</p><p class="line">We called you once Dead World, and barren thing.</p><p class="line">Yes, so we called you then,</p><p class="line">You, far more wise</p><p class="line">Than to give life to men."</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Over the field that there</p><p class="line">Gave back the skies</p><p class="line">A scattered upward stare</p><p class="line">From sightless eyes,</p><p class="line">The furrowed field that lay</p><p class="line">Striving awhile, through many a bleeding dune</p><p class="line">Of throbbing clay, -- but dumb and quiet soon,</p><p class="line">She looked; and went her way,</p><p class="line">The Harvest Moon.</p></div><p class="byline">Josephine Preston Peabody</p></body></html>