O STILLER than the fields that lie Beneath the morning heaven, And sweeter than day's gardens are The purple fields of even! The vapor rises, silver-eyed, Leaving the dew-wet clover, With groping, mist-white hands outspread To greet the sky, her lover. Ripples the brook, a thread of sound Close-woven through the quiet, Blending the jarring tones that day Would stir to noisy riot. And all the glory seems so near A common man may win it— When every earth-bound lakelet holds A million stars within it. A common man, who in the day Lifts not his eyes above him, Roaming the fields of even through May find a God to love him! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND I CAN'T FIND by JAMES GALVIN THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DINNER-PARTY by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GODWIN JAMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TENNESSEE CLAFLIN SHOPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |