Classic Poem

The little fields of green and gold
Wherein my feet go lovingly
And past the thatches and the wold
The sea-grey meadows by the sea
How should the thistle-downs that flies
Give back my love or hear my rhyme
Or all the daisy elfin-eyes
Have looked on me at anytime:
Only a man unknown, unseen,
Who finds the green leaves truly green.

How should the men that busy rove
Have heard my feet amid the din
Or vision know my lonely love
At every casement looketh in.
And woman knows how full of air
Thy care for earth's divine old dust
For who shall kiss for flower the sun
That warns the just and the unjust
Even I: a man unknown, unseen
That finds the green leaves truly green.

Fair-blooded faces, maiden-brows
Blue eyes adrift as dreaming sea
But not for me the sea-star shows,
Nor any fair face flames for me.
For could a man enwrap his arms
About the whole earth fierily
Through seas and seasons, snows and calms
Then as death cometh, I were he
Only a man, unknown, unseen
Who finds the green leaves truly green.