A Favorite

Out in the Fields With God

The little cares that fretted me,

I lost them yesterday

Among the fields, above the sea,

Among the winds that play;

Among the lowing of the herds, 

The rustling of the trees,

Among the singing of the birds,

The humming of the bees.

The foolish fears of what may happen,

I cast them all away

Among the clover-scented grass,

Among the new-mown hay;

Among the husking of the corn

Where drowsy poppies nod,

Where ill thoughts die and good are born

Out in the fields with God.

~Elizabeth Barrett Browning