In searching my quote collection for a new email signature, I re-encountered this lovely poem. The author is unknown, but some experts think it may have been written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
It probably appealed to me today because it hints at spring...and all around me everything is covered in snow and ice.
This poem reminds me that as much as I admire nature, I do not experience it in a quiet, personal way enough.
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 might happen,
I cast them all away,
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the husking of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born--
Out in the fields with God.
It probably appealed to me today because it hints at spring...and all around me everything is covered in snow and ice.
This poem reminds me that as much as I admire nature, I do not experience it in a quiet, personal way enough.
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 might happen,
I cast them all away,
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the husking 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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