Silent dreamer of the rutted field, You have contentment in your quiet eyes. What harvest will your lonely dreamings yield, Are they great visions to immortalize? As you stand pensive, by the meadow bars, The quail are calling in the country lane And here you have felt nearer to the stars. You are akin to sun and wind and rain. You know the great simplicities of life And are content that they shall be your lot. You are immune to the conflicting strife Of wordliness -- ambitions are forgot. So close to nature and the fecund sod, You sense a greater nearness unto God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SAVING WAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH A COWBOY ALONE WITH HIS CONSCIENCE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS LOVE AND TIME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 137. 'BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON' by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ECHOES OF SPRING: 9 by MATHILDE BLIND |