Alfred Austin

(30 May 1835 – 2 June 1913 / Headingley)

When The Reaper Lays The Sickle By, - Poem by Alfred Austin

When the reaper lays the sickle by,
And taketh down the flail:
When all we prized, and all we planned,
Is ripe and stored at last,
And Autumn looks across the land,
And ponders on the Past.


Comments about When The Reaper Lays The Sickle By, by Alfred Austin

  • (7/11/2013 10:02:00 PM)


    Not the strongest Austin poem, but something about his writing, even when short, sweet and to the point, is still so enjoyable. Obviously, Autumn is old age and Winter is death. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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