I Am The Reaper

I am the Reaper.
All things with heedful hook  Silent I gather.  Pale roses touched with the spring,  Tall corn in summer,
Fruits rich with autumn, and frail winter blossoms—  Reaping, still reaping—  All things with heedful hook  Timely I gather.
I am the Sower.
All the unbodied life  Runs through my seed-sheet.  Atom with atom wed,  Each quickening the other,  Fall through my hands, ever changing, still changeless.
Ceaselessly sowing,  Life, incorruptible life,  Flows from my seed-sheet.
Maker and breaker,  I am the ebb and the flood,
Here and Hereafter,  Sped through the tangle and coil  Of infinite nature,  Viewless and soundless I fashion all being.  Taker and giver,
I am the womb and the grave,  The Now and the Ever