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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.