Poems, 1914-1919

<h3><SPAN name="HARVEST_IN_RUSSIA" id="HARVEST_IN_RUSSIA"></SPAN>HARVEST IN RUSSIA</h3> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> breeze has come at last. The day was long;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And in the lustrous air the dark bats fly;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And Hark! It is the reapers passing by,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I hear the burden of their peaceful song.<br/></span> <span class="i0">A voice intones; and swift the answering throng<br/></span> <span class="i0">Take up the theme and build the harmony;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The music swells and soars into the sky<br/></span> <span class="i0">And dies away intense, and clear and strong.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Now through the trees the stately shapes I see<br/></span> <span class="i0">Of women with the attributes of toil,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Calm in their sacerdotal majesty;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And backward, through the drifting mist of years,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I see the festal rites that blessed the soil,<br/></span> <span class="i0">As old as the first drop of mortal tears.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_037" id="page_037"></SPAN>{37}</span></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />