Lord when I look at lovely things which pass,
Under old trees the shadow of young leaves
Dancing to please the wind along the grass,
Or the gold stillness of the August sun on the August sheaves;
Can I believe there is a heavenlier world than this?
And if there is
Will the heart of any everlasting thing
Bring me these dreams that take my breath away?
They come at evening with the home-flying rooks and the scent
of hay,
Over the fields. They come in spring.
In The Fields
Charlotte Mary Mew
(1)
Poem topics: away, believe, breath, heart, home, spring, sun, wind, world, evening, grass, shadow, young, bring, gold, august, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
<< Song Poem
Pecheresse Poem>>
Write your comment about In The Fields poem by Charlotte Mary Mew
Best Poems of Charlotte Mary Mew