HO! green fields and running brooks! Knotted strings and fishing-hooks Of the truant, stealing down Weedy back-ways of the town. Where the sunshine overlooks, By green fields and running brooks, All intruding guests of chance With a golden tolerance. Cooing doves, or pensive pair Of picnickers, straying there -- By green fields and running brooks, Sylvan shades and mossy nooks! And -- O Dreamer of the Days, Murmurer of roundelays All unsung of words or books, Sing green fields and running brooks! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SNOW-STORM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON COUNTING THE BEATS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES A TRUE HYMN [HYMNE] by GEORGE HERBERT AVE MARIA GRATIA PLENA by OSCAR WILDE THE ROVER O' LOCHRYAN by HEW AINSLIE |