IN THE FIELDS
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.
-Charlotte Mew
Gladsome Lights 
♥
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What a lovely poem and I love that picture.
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Beautiful. It’s so pretty outside just now. The green looks so permanent and full. I’m loving it.
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Oh my gosh, what a perfect imagery of summer, of beautiful nature at any time, of wondering about eternity.
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Truly, I am going to have to memorize this.
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What a strange poem! That last line is a shock.
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