Field And Forest Call

I     There is a field, that leans upon two hills,     Foamed o'er of flowers and twinkling with clear rills;     That in its girdle of wild acres bears     The anodyne of rest that cures all cares;     Wherein soft wind and sun and sound are blent     With fragrance - as in some old instrument     Sweet chords; - calm things, that Nature's magic spell     Distills from Heaven's azure crucible,     And pours on Earth to make the sick mind well.     There lies the path, they say -     Come away! come away! II     There is a forest, lying 'twixt two streams,     Sung through of birds and haunted of dim dreams;     That in its league-long hand of trunk and leaf     Lifts a green wand that charms away all grief;     Wrought of quaint silence and the stealth of things,     Vague, whispering' touches, gleams and twitterings,     Dews and cool shadows - that the mystic soul     Of Nature permeates with suave control,     And waves o'er Earth to make the sad heart whole.     There lies the road, they say -     Come away! come away!