<h3 id="The_Fields_of_Even">The Fields of Even</h3>
<p>O STILLER than the fields that lie<br/>
Beneath the morning heaven,<br/>
And sweeter than day’s gardens are<br/>
The purple fields of even!</p>
<p>The vapor rises, silver-eyed,<br/>
Leaving the dew-wet clover,<br/>
With groping, mist-white hands outspread<br/>
To greet the sky, her lover.</p>
<p>Ripples the brook, a thread of sound<br/>
Close-woven through the quiet,<br/>
Blending the jarring tones that day<br/>
Would stir to noisy riot.</p>
<p>And all the glory seems so near<br/>
A common man may win it—<br/>
When every earth-bound lakelet holds<br/>
A million stars within it.</p>
<p>A common man, who in the day<br/>
Lifts not his eyes above him,<br/>
Roaming the fields of even through<br/>
May find a God to love him!</p>
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