Here you will find the Poem The Poplar Field of poet Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
'The poplars are fell'd: farewell to the shade, And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade; The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. 'Twelve years have elapsed, since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. 'The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. 'My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. ''Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can, To muse on the perishing pleasures of man; Tho' his life be a dream, his enjoyments, I see, Have a being less durable even than he.'