HO! green fields and running brooks! Knotted strings and fishing-hooks Of the truant, stealing down Weedy back-ways of the town. Where the sunshine overlooks, By green fields and running brooks, All intruding guests of chance With a golden tolerance. Cooing doves, or pensive pair Of picnickers, straying there -- By green fields and running brooks, Sylvan shades and mossy nooks! And -- O Dreamer of the Days, Murmurer of roundelays All unsung of words or books, Sing green fields and running brooks! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL ONLY OF THEE AND ME by LOUIS UNTERMEYER STANZAS TO THE PO by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 101 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IDYLLS OF THE KING: TO THE QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON |