I SO LIKED SPRING
I so liked spring last year
Because you were here;–
The thrushes, too–
Because it was these you so liked to hear–
I so liked you.
This year’s a different thing,–
I’ll not think of you.
But I’ll like spring because it is simply spring
As the thrushes do.
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
Over the fields. They come in spring.