The ploughed field and the fallow field <br />They sang a prudent song to me; <br />We bide all year and take our yield <br />Or barrenness as case may be. <br /> <br /> <br />What time or tide may bring to pass <br />Is nothing of our reckoning, <br />Power was before our making was <br />That had in brooding thought it's spring. <br /> <br />We bide our fate as best betides <br />What ends the tale may prove the first. <br />Stars know as truly of their guides <br />As we the truth of best or worst.<br /><br />Ivor Gurney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/generations-the-ploughed-field-and-the-fallow-field-2/
