cleared space; where she set the two sheaves sharply down;

bringing them together with a faint; keen clash。 Her two bulks

stood leaning together。 He was ing; walking shadowily with

the gossamer dusk; carrying his two sheaves。 She waited near…by。

He set his sheaves with a keen; faint clash; next to her

sheaves。 They rode unsteadily。 He tangled the tresses of corn。

It hissed like a fountain。 He looked up and laughed。

Then she turned away towards the moon; which seemed glowingly

to uncover her bosom every time she faced it。 He went to the

vague emptiness of the field opposite; dutifully。

They stooped; grasped the wet; soft hair of the corn; lifted

the heavy bundles; and returned。 She was always first。 She set

down her sheaves; making a pent…house with those others。 He was

ing shadowy across the stubble; carrying his bundles; She

turned away; hearing only the sharp hiss of his mingling corn。

She walked between the moon and his shadowy figure。

She took her two new sheaves and walked towards him; as he

rose from stooping over the earth。 He was ing out of the near

distance。 She set down her sheaves to make a new stook。 They

were unsure。 Her hands fluttered。 Yet she broke away; and turned

to the moon; which laid bare her bosom; so she felt as if her

bosom were heaving and panting with moonlight。 And he had to put

up her two shea