Happy Thanksgiving from Veritas Journal

“The Harvest Moon,” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It is the Harvest Moon! 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
  And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!
  Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,
  With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!
All things are symbols: the external shows
  Of Nature have their image in the mind,
  As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer’s close,
  Only the empty nests are left behind,
  And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.

For two more Thanksgiving poems (not yet in the public domain), follow one of the links below:

   “Thanksgiving,” by Tim Nolan

   “Thanksgiving Night, Old Town, Portland, Oregon,” by J. P. White

header image: “A California quail sitting on a tree branch in Joseph D. Grant County Park,” by Karl Voelker, 2019 (crop) (CCAAAl 4.0 International)

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