THE FALLOW FIELDS
LET the fields lie fallow
Bare and brown.
Let the great winds stride over them
And the snow come down.
Let them lie open to the sun
To the patient rain,
And the dews whiten them
E’er they yield again.
Plough in the sturdy weed,
The common flower,
Let their wild vigor yield
A lusty dower.
Then after sun and snow
After dew and sleet
From the earth will spring the green
Flame of the wheat.