About my fields, in the broad sun br And blaze of noon, there goeth one, br Barefoot and robed in blue, to scan br With the hard eye of the husbandman br My harvests and my cattle. Her, br When even puts the birds astir br And day has set in the great woods, br We seek, among her garden roods, br With bells and cries in vain: the while br Lamps, plate, and the decanter smile br On the forgotten board. But she, br Deaf, blind, and prone on face and knee, br Forgets time, family, and feast, br And digs like a demented beast.