The Sleeping Field

I am one, In a nameless field Not far from the city A cool night, Dim midnight, Around are flecks of dew I lay down, upon a ground Of weeds and condemned-cattle food I am alone, Yet I could not be, More consoled, The trees they sleep, People’s thoughts are meek As they turn and twist in dreams While they slumber, All the world's ordered, neat, And I am happy, To lay, On this meal of the dead, And smile until, This rest meets it’s end …………………………… Save me from the dawn (Of man)