Roger Zelazny Poetry Month 2015: Day 21

I'm getting an unusual number of hits for Godson lately, something almost certainly attributable to the fact that Geroge R.R. Martin has announced that there will be a performance of it at his Roger Zelazny tribute.

Today's poem will be a work that always reminded me of Godson, Longfellow's The Reaper and the Flowers.

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,

  And, with his sickle keen,

He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,

  And the flowers that grow between.

5"Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith he;

  "Have naught but the bearded grain?

Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,

  I will give them all back again."

He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,

He kissed their drooping leaves;

It was for the Lord of Paradise

  He bound them in his sheaves.

"My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,"

  The Reaper said, and smiled;

"Dear tokens of the earth are they,

  Where he was once a child.

"They shall all bloom in fields of light,

  Transplanted by my care,

And saints, upon their garments white,

These sacred blossoms wear."

And the mother gave, in tears and pain,

  The flowers she most did love;

She knew she should find them all again

  In the fields of light above.

O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,

  The Reaper came that day;

'T was an angel visited the green earth,

  And took the flowers away.