Quotes About Sheaves

A spring night is a power that sweeps through the crowded sheaves of blooming tulips and pours into your heart like a river.

The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves Her web of silence o'er the thankful song Of reapers bringing home the golden sheaves. The wave tops whiten on the sea fields drear, And men go forth at haggard dawn to reap; But ever 'mid the gleaners' song we hear The half-hushed sobbing of the hearts that weep.

The sheaves are in, the sun is setting, like a meteor, deep into the earth, and where is the one we love? the one who looked after us? He is under the haystack, fast asleep.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

O fair are thy days, September, The dearest of all the year; Thou art far enough from November, Its shadows we need not fear; Soon after the heat of August Thou comest our hearts to cheer, With ripened fruits from the buds of spring, With golden sheaves from fields of green.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

But they do not know the thoughts of the LORD or understand His plan, for He has gathered them like sheaves to the threshing floor.