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On Fields Oer Which The Reapers Hand Has Passd

On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,

My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind And of such fineness as October airs,

There after harvest could I glean my life A richer harvest reaping without toil,

And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will In subtler webs than finest summer haze.

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Henry David Thoreau

Henry David Thoreau (see name pronunciation; July 12, 1817 – May 6, 1862) was an American naturalist, essayist, poet, and philosopher.[3] A lead…

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