The Solitary Reaper
Daniel Schlosberg, Laura Strickling
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Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending I listened, motionless and still And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
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