Out In The Fields With God
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The little cares that fretted me,
   I lost them yesterday,
Among the fields, above the sea,
   Among the winds at 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 rustling of the corn,
   Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born --
   Out in the fields with God.