OUT IN THE FIELDS

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.