Happy Friday!

My chosen poem this week is by the English poet whose work spanned the eras of Victorian poetry and Modernism, Charlotte Mew (1869-1928).

In the Fields

Lord, when I look at lovely things which pass,
Under old trees the shadows of young leaves
Dancing to please the wind along the grass,
Or the gold stillness of the August sun on the August
sheaves:
Can I believe there is a heavenlier world than this?
And if there is
Will the strange heart of everlasting thing
Bring me these dreams which take my breath away?
They come at evening with the home-flying rooks and the
scent of hay,
Over the fields. They come in Spring. 

Charlotte Mew

Happy Reading

Etsy

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