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.