Phoebe Cary (04 Sep 1824 – 31 Jul 1871 | Mount Healthy OH – Newport RI) poet, lyricist, co-author with sister Alice Cary.

Stretching away on either hand lie fields of broad and fertile land, fields of barley and

pale white rye. Our children play in the hay when the fields are mowed, ride home to

the barn a-top of the load. And just a quiet country land, fringed close by fields of grass

and grain, was the crooked road that crossed the plain. The harvest fields are bare again;

the orchard trees of their load complain. And the bees, done flying to and fro in the fields

of buckwheat, white as snow, cling to the hive in a long black row. And light as a breeze,

through fields and trees, birds float and carol till lost to the sight. I see by my gift, a house

and a hundred good acres of land, with harvest fields yellow as gold. All the woodlands,

dim and dusky, all the fields of waving grain, sprinkled with drops of sunlit rain. We stop

by the way, by forests and fields, to play. Hand in hand, we cross the fields, treading dew.

Cary, Alice and Phoebe. The Poetical Works of Alice and Phoebe Cary. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin & Co., 1881. https://archive.org/details/poeticalworksofa00unse/page/279/mode/1up