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Слушать(AI)The Harvest Of The Sea
The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness
Her web of silence o'er the thankful song Of reapers bringing home the golden sheaves.
The wave tops whiten on the sea fields drear,
And men go forth at haggard dawn to reap;
But ever 'mid the gleaners' song we hear The half-hushed sobbing of the hearts that weep.
John McCrae
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (November 30, 1872 – January 28, 1918) was a Canadian poet, physician, author, artist and soldier during Worl
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