Poems (Radford)/When you are Lonely
VIWhen You are Lonely
When you are lonely, full of care, Or sad with some new sorrow,And when your tired fancy hides The brightness of the morrow,Ah, turn your footsteps to the woods And meadows, where the rills,Are quietly flowing, when the moon And stars shine on the hills.
Upon your brow the great wise trees Will breathe, and something sweetWill reach you from the fragrant grass You press beneath your feet, And a fair spirit of the fields, Peaceful and happy-eyed,Will find a way into your heart, I think, and there abide.