Welcome back to the Daily Poem. I'm David Kern, and today is Wednesday, March 24th, 2021.

Today's poem is by an English poet named Charlotte Mew. She's probably not as well known as she

ought to be, although in certain circles, she is still fairly beloved. But she lived from

November 15th of 1869 until March 24th of 1928,

which of course means that the day she died was today.

It was March 24th, about what, 92 years ago.

The poem that I'm going to read today is in keeping with our spring theme this week here on the daily poem.

It's not a long poem, only about, oh, 10 lines.

It's called In the Fields.

It goes like this.

Lord, when I look at lovely things which pass, under old trees the shadows of young leaves

dancing to please the wind along the grass, with a gold stillness of the August sun on the

August sheaves. Can I believe there is a heavenlyer world than this?

And if there is, will the strange heart of any everlasting thing bring me these dreams that take my breath away?

They come at evening with the home-flying rooks and the scent of hay.

Over the fields they come.

They come in spring.

So this is a ten-line poem, and the first four lines which go,

Lord, when I look at lovely things which pass under old trees,

the shadows of young leaves dancing to please the wind along the grass or the gold stillness

of the August sun on the August sheaves, those four lines have the AB, AB rhyme scheme.

And then the last four lines also have a similar structure, although it's A, B, B, A, that time.

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