The Meadow
A meadow sprawls, In fields of gold and green, Where daisies sway, With a touch serene; The insects hum a tune, As clouds pass on by, In this haven of peace, Underneath the blue sky.
- Amy Lowell
The Meadow
A meadow sprawls, In fields of gold and green, Where daisies sway, With a touch serene; The insects hum a tune, As clouds pass on by, In this haven of peace, Underneath the blue sky.