TO the fields where thou hadst mown in summertide Came a Lady most exceeding fair to see; And she looked upon the brown fields lying wide; And she smiled upon thy fields and smiled on thee. Oh, that smile it was the springlight come again, Springlight fair as on the heart of Eden laid: And the patter sounded as of early rain, And the sunshine blessed each little stalk and blade. Must not autumn meadows once again be green, In a warmth and light as dear as summer hath, If the Queen of Christendom have walked therein, If her feet have hallowed for an aftermath? |