To the fields where thou hadst mown in summertide

Came a Lady most exceeding fair to see;

And she looked upon the brown fields lying wide;

And she smiled upon thy fields and smiled on thee.

Oh, that smile it was the springlight come again,

Springlight fair as on the heart of Eden laid:

And the patter sounded as of early rain,

And the sunshine blessed each little stalk and blade.

Must not autumn meadows once again be green,

In a warmth and light as dear as summer hath,

If the Queen of Christendom have walked therein,

If her feet have hallowed for an aftermath?