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The Reaper and the Flowers

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
  And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
  And the flowers that grow between.

“Shall I have naught that is fair?” saith he;
  “Have naught but the bearded grain?
Though the...

Poet: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flowers

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
  One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
  Stars, that in earth’s firmament do shine.

Stars they are, wherein we read our history,
  As astrologers and seers...

Poet: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow