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 the singing of the birds, The humming of the bees. The foolish fears of what might happen. 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THREAD OF HAIR by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: CONDEMNED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE BLESSED HANDS OF SLEEP by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH ARISTOCRACY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |