Felicia Hemans

Brandenburgh Harvest-Song

The corn, in golden light,
Waves o’er the plain;
The sickle’s gleam is bright;
Full swells the grain.
 
Now send we far around
Our harvest lay!
—Alas! a heavier sound
Comes o’er the day!
 
On every breeze a knell
The hamlets pour,-
—We know its cause too well,
She is no more!
 
Her soft eye’s blue,-
—Now o’er the gifts of God
Fall tears like dew!
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