In the Fields
In the Fields - by Elisabeth Barrett Browning
The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play;
Among the lowing of the herds, The rusling of the trees;
Among the singing of the birds, The humming of the bees.
The foolish fears of what might pass--I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass, Among the new-mown hay;
Among the husking of the corn, Where the drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born, Our in the fields with God.
December 15, 2011 | Share: