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You Shall Reap What You Sow '' sonnet "
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It is in the field that the peasant toils
From the chilling dawn to twilight somber
In burnt umber furrows, the new seeds sowed
The season is dry, earth lately ploughed
In the vast plains, in the chilling mist veiled
With verve and will, days happily hailed
Against dearth, against weathers harm he sows
Watchful to the cast, to fall deep in rows
While early birds follow the tall sower
He never cares too much about the hours
Spent joyfully in future fields of boon
As good crops will surely be reaped too soon
And as the new day brightens the sown field
Misty clouds start to harbinger the yield
It is in the field that the peasant toils
From the chilling dawn to twilight somber
In burnt umber furrows, the new seeds sowed
The season is dry, earth lately ploughed
In the vast plains, in the chilling mist veiled
With verve and will, days happily hailed
Against dearth, against weathers harm he sows
Watchful to the cast, to fall deep in rows
While early birds follow the tall sower
He never cares too much about the hours
Spent joyfully in future fields of boon
As good crops will surely be reaped too soon
And as the new day brightens the sown field
Misty clouds start to harbinger the yield
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