George Arnold （b. 1834,d. 1865） was born in New York,but removed with his parents tIllinois while yet an infant. There he passed his boyhood,being educated at home by his parents. In 1849 the family again removed tStrawberry Farms,Monmouth County,N.J. When eighteen years old he began tstudy painting,but soon gave up the art and devoted himself tliterature. He became a journalist of New York City,and his productions include almost every variety of writings found in the literary magazines. After his death,twvolumes of his poems,"Drift: a Seashore Idyl," and "Poems,Grave and Gay," were edited by Mr. William Winter.
1.I must away tthe wooded hills and vales,Where broad,slow streams flow cool and silently And idle barges flap their listless sails.
For me the summer sunset glows and pales,And green fields wait for me.
2.I long for shadowy founts,where the birds Twitter and chirp at noon from every tree;I long for blossomed leaves and lowing herds;And Nature‘s voices say in mystic words,"The green fields wait for thee."
3.I dream of uplands,where the primrose shines And waves her yellow lamps above the lea;Of tangled copses,swung with trailing vines;Of open vistas,skirted with tall pines,Where green fields wait for me.
4.I think of long,sweet afternoons,when I May lie and listen tthe distant sea,Or hear the breezes in the reeds that sigh,Or insect voices chirping shrill and dry,In fields that wait for me.
5.These dreams of summer come tbid me find The forest’s shade,the wild bird‘s melody,While summer’s rosy wreaths for me are twined,While summer‘s fragrance lingers on the wind,And green fields wait for me.
