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 rustling of the trees;
Among he 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 drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born--
Out in the fields with God.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I lost them yesterday,
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play;
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees;
Among he 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 drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born--
Out in the fields with God.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
look at you. i really like this as well. browning is genius.
ReplyDeleteaaawww i love that. spring!
ReplyDeleteOk, I don't even think you know how much I love Elizabeth Barrett Browning! She is, like Britt said, a genius! And my favorite love poet.
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