I AM THE REAPER

by: William Ernest Henley (1849-1903)

      AM the Reaper.
      All things with heedful hook
      Silent I gather.
      Pale roses touched with the spring,
      Tall corn in summer,
      Fruits rich with autumn, and frail winter blossoms--
      Reaping, still reaping--
      All things with heedful hook
      Timely I gather.
       
      I am the Sower.
      All the unbodied life
      Runs through my seed-sheet.
      Atom with atom wed,
      Each quickening the other,
      Fall through my hands, ever changing, still changeless.
      Ceaselessly sowing,
      Life, incorruptible life,
      Flows from my seed-sheet.
       
      Maker and breaker,
      I am the ebb and the flood,
      Here and Hereafter,
      Sped through the tangle and coil
      Of infinite nature,
      Viewless and soundless I fashion all being.
      Taker and giver,
      I am the womb and the grave,
      The Now and the Ever.

"I am the Reaper" is reprinted from The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. Ed. Nicholson & Lee. Oxford: The Clarendon Press, 1917.

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