Jones Very - The Song lyrics

When I would sing of crooked streams and fields, On, on from me they stretch too far and wide, And at their look my song all powerless yields, And down the river bears me with its tide; Amid the fields I am a child again, The spots that then I loved I love the more, My fingers drop the strangely scrawling pen, And I remember nought but nature's lore, I plunge me in the river's cooling wave, Or on the embroidered bank admiring lean, Now some endangered insect life to save, Now watch the pictured flowers and gra**es green; Forever playing where a boy I played, By hill and grove, by field and stream delayed.