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gerald finzi - harvest lyrics

so there’s my year, the twelvemonth duly told
since last i climbed this brow and gloated round
upon the lands heaped with their wheaten gold
and now again they spread with wealth imbrowned +
and thriftless i meanwhile
what honeycombs have i to take, what sheaves to pile?

i see some shrivelled fruits upon my tree
and gladly would self+kindness feign them sweet;
the bloom smelled heavenly, can these stragglers be
the fruit of that bright birth and this wry wheat
can this be from those spires
which i, or fancy, saw leap to the spring sun’s fires?
i peer, i count, but anxious is not rich
my harvest is not come, the weeds run high;
even poison+berries, ramping from the ditch
have stormed the undefended ridges by;
what michaelmas is mine!
the fields i sought to serve, for st+rdier tillage pine

but hush + earth’s valleys sweet in leisure lie;
and i among them wandering up and down
will taste their berries, like the bird or fly
and of their gleanings make both feast and crown
the sun’s eye laughing looks
and earth accuses none that goes among her stooks

- gerald finzi lyrics

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