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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIBERTY FOR ALL by WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON OF THE DAY ESTIVALL by ALEXANDER HUME ELEGY BEFORE DEATH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A MOTHER'S LOVE by JAMES MONTGOMERY RAILROAD RHYME by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE INDIGNANT CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS CHRISTMAS HYMN by HARRIET AUBER |