Not soon shall I forget--a sheet br Of golden water, cold and sweet, br The young moon with her head in veils br Of silver, and the nightingales. br br A wain of hay came up the lane-- br O fields I shall not walk again, br And trees I shall not see, so still br Against a sky of daffodil! br br Fields where my happy heart had rest, br And where my heart was heaviest, br I shall remember them at peace br Drenched in moon-silver like a fleece. br br The golden water sweet and cold, br The moon of silver and of gold, br The dew upon the gray grass-spears, br I shall remember them with tears.