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THRESHING
Now from the dawn to gloaming
The threshing is not done.
Hark to the busy humming
From rise to set of sun!
The threshing is not done.
Hark to the busy humming
From rise to set of sun!
The mills call to each other
From hidden vale and hill:
“What of the gleaning, brother?”
“Brother, it is not ill.”
From hidden vale and hill:
“What of the gleaning, brother?”
“Brother, it is not ill.”
The mills call to each other
From golden farm to farm.
Deep in the gathered fodder
The kine stand and are warm.
From golden farm to farm.
Deep in the gathered fodder
The kine stand and are warm.
The mills call to each other
Gold-sunken to the knees.
All in a flurry and pother
Late birds fly over-seas.
Gold-sunken to the knees.
All in a flurry and pother
Late birds fly over-seas.
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Are scarlet horsemen going
The yellowing boughs among.
Hark to the horn wild-blowing!
The pleasant hounds give tongue.
The yellowing boughs among.
Hark to the horn wild-blowing!
The pleasant hounds give tongue.
The mills call to each other
O'er many a stubble field:
“What of the gleaning, brother?”
“Brother, good is the yield.”
O'er many a stubble field:
“What of the gleaning, brother?”
“Brother, good is the yield.”
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