In a Field Left Fallow
In a field depleted and left a fallow Where only single crops have e’er grown ‘Twill sundry bloom soon rich, tho’ callow When by Nature’s hand the seeds are sown
surmising with aplomb and nary remorse
In a field depleted and left a fallow Where only single crops have e’er grown ‘Twill sundry bloom soon rich, tho’ callow When by Nature’s hand the seeds are sown
a green all its own the swift verdancy of spring lo! the cardinal bright!
the wind blows duly but don’t tell that to the ant toiling against it