Monday, June 2, 2014


Out in the Fields
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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 may happen,
I cast them all away,
Among the clover-scented grass
            Among the new-mown hay;
Among the rustling of the corn
            Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born—
        Out in the fields with God.

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