The whole year's sweat and study
    Another whole year's sowing time,
Comes now to the perfect harvest
    And ripens now into rhyme.
For we that sow in the autumn,
    We reap our grain in the Spring,
And we that go sowing and weeping,
    Return to leap and sing.

### III.

On such a day as this day is,
    So morning-fresh and clear,
The titan on the bald hill-top
    Sat piping far and near.
They saw him from the plains below--
    A castle on a hill.