Fields, green fields of Shining River, Lightly left too soon In the stormy equinoctial, In the hunter's moon, -- Snow-blown fields of Shining River I shall once more tread; I shall walk their crested hollows, Living or dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MANY SOLDIERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS ON MILTON'S PARADISE LOST by ANDREW MARVELL UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 38 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON BEVERLY SHORE IN WINTER by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON WORLDLY PLACE by MATTHEW ARNOLD |