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