O why do you walk through the fields in gloves, <br />Missing so much and so much? <br />O fat white woman whom nobody loves, <br />Why do you walk through the fields in gloves, <br />When the grass is soft as the breast of doves <br />And shivering sweet to the touch? <br />O why do you walk through the fields in gloves, <br />Missing so much and so much?<br /><br />Frances Darwin Cornford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-lady-seen-from-the-train/
