In summer fields

Quite still I lie where green the grass and tall

And gaze above me into depths unbounded,

By voices of the woodland a constant call,

And by the wondrous blue of Heav'n surrounded.

The lovely snow white clouds druft far and wide,

Like silent dreams through deeps of azure wending,

I feel as though I long ago had died,

To drift with them through realms of bliss unending.