The Reaper and the Flowers
Dublin Core
Title
The Reaper and the Flowers
Description
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
'Shall I have naught that is fair,' saith he:
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
'My Lord has need of these flowers gay,'
'They shall all bloom in fields of light,
And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
O, not in cruelty, not wrath,
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?
Tho' the breath of their 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 ParadiseHe bound them in his sheaves.
'My Lord has need of these flowers gay,'
The Reaper said, and smil'd;
'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 whiteThese sacred blossoms wear.'
And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love;
But she knew she could find them all again,In the fields of light above.
O, not in cruelty, not wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
'Twas an angel visited the green earth,And took the flowers away.
Creator
Unattributed
Source
3:9, p. 4
Date
1839.03.09
Collection
Citation
Unattributed, “The Reaper and the Flowers,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 20, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/313.
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