DEATH AFTER WAR
Gone the Red Harvester, with heaped-up wainDarkening against the blood-bright sky; yet lingersThe lone, gaunt Gleaner on the twilight plain,Blind-gathering with the clutch of hungry fingers.
Gone the Red Harvester, with heaped-up wainDarkening against the blood-bright sky; yet lingersThe lone, gaunt Gleaner on the twilight plain,Blind-gathering with the clutch of hungry fingers.
Gone the Red Harvester, with heaped-up wainDarkening against the blood-bright sky; yet lingersThe lone, gaunt Gleaner on the twilight plain,Blind-gathering with the clutch of hungry fingers.
Gone the Red Harvester, with heaped-up wain
Darkening against the blood-bright sky; yet lingers
The lone, gaunt Gleaner on the twilight plain,
Blind-gathering with the clutch of hungry fingers.