The Harvest Moon
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the harvest moon!
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On gilded vanes and roofs of villages,
On woodland crests
And their aerial neighborhoods of nests deserted,
On the curtained window-panes of rooms where children sleep,
On country lanes
Its mystic splendor rests!
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Gone are the birds that were our summer guests;
When the last sheaves
Return the laboring wains!
Sweet dreams during the Harvest Moon from Across the Way.....
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