In the Clover Field
Reading edition
THE air is sweet as sweet can be, The azure sky spreads smoothly over, And rest and joy keep company, In this wide field of sun-kissed clover. Among the heavy heads of pink, The avaricious bees are straying, A glad full-throated bobolink, His highest note is now essaying. The earth is holding on her breast, The sweetest flowers of all her growing, The white clouds float, from out the west A soft delicious wind is blowing. Oh, life is good on such a day, The blue sky bending smoothly over, For neither care nor cross will stay, In this wide field of sun-kissed clover.