THE REAPER
Tell me whither, maiden June,
Down the dusky slope of noon
With thy sickle of a moon
Goest thou to reap.
"Fields of Fancy by the stream
Of night in silvery silence gleam,
To heap with many a harvest-dream
The granary of Sleep."
Tell me whither, maiden June,
Down the dusky slope of noon
With thy sickle of a moon
Goest thou to reap.
"Fields of Fancy by the stream
Of night in silvery silence gleam,
To heap with many a harvest-dream
The granary of Sleep."