The Solitary Reaper

Behold her, single in the field,

Yon solitary Highland Lass!

Reaping and singing by herself;

Stop here, or gently pass!

Alone she cuts and binds the grain,

And sings a melancholy strain;

O listen! for the Vale profound

Is overflowing with the sound.

My grandfather relates me with the Solitary Reaper, single in the field, singing a melancholy song, in my own world, as is, or was, the title of this blog. And I agree, because I do enjoy being all by myself sometimes. No, I don't mean I'm this dark emo loner or anything, its just that I'm such a, solitary reaper...