Lord when I look at lovely things which pass, <br />Under old trees the shadow of young leaves <br />Dancing to please the wind along the grass, <br />Or the gold stillness of the August sun on the August sheaves; <br />Can I believe there is a heavenlier world than this? <br />And if there is <br />Will the heart of any everlasting thing <br />Bring me these dreams that take my breath away? <br />They come at evening with the home-flying rooks and the scent <br />of hay, <br />Over the fields. They come in spring.<br /><br />Charlotte Mary Mew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-fields/
