Meadow

McCarthy Meadow July 2005    photograph by Ryan James
 
 
from  Among The Timothy  by Archibald Lampman

And here... it is sweet to lie
And watch the grass and the few-clouded sky,
Nor think but only dream.

For when the noon was turning, and the heat
Fell down most heavily on field and wood,
I too came hither, borne on restless feet,
Seeking some comfort for an aching mood.
Ah! I was weary of the drifting hours,
The echoing city towers...

And hour by hour, the ever-journeying sun,
in gold and shadow spun,
Into mine eyes and blood, and through the dim
green glimmering forest of the grass, shines down,
Till flower and blade, and every cranny brown,
and I are soaked with him.