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