Sara Teasdale - The Broken Field lyrics

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Sara Teasdale - The Broken Field lyrics

My soul is a dark ploughed field   In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field   Ploughed by pain. Where gra** and bending flowers   Were growing, The field lies broken now   For another sowing. Great Sower when you tread   My field again, Scatter the furrows there   With better grain.