( JULY By Elizabeth Barrett Browning) ( Oh yes, I've been reading again..... with Spencer on the porch. He sleeps thru most of it.)
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.....
(Concord Grapes for wine)
The rustling of the trees.......
Among the singing of the birds, and the humming of the bees.
The foolish fears of what may happen.....
(Cordelia snoozing on steps)
I cast them all away..................
Aong the clover-scented grass.................
Among the new mown hay................
( Plums drooping)
Among the husking of the corn................
( Smokey nods)
Where drowsy poppies nod................
Where ill thoughts die....
(Sweet peas)
..................and good are born.................
....Out in...........
.....................the fields of God.
(Spencer still on his chair while the sun starts going down. )
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