Growing in fields, and shaking off the sun,
With cattle standing under, one and one....
And roads I loved to draw,—the white roads winding
Away up, beautifully, through blue hills;
Queer, when I drew them I was always minding
The happy things, forgetting all the ills,
And I’d think I was young again, and strong,
Rising at smell of dawn to walk along....
To walk along in the cool breath of dawn,
Through dusk mysterious with faint song of birds....