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O generous natured, friendly, neighbor tree! Weave gentle blessings in the shade and shine; And granting gracious patience to my plea, Some simple lesson of your lore make mine, Make mine, I pray! O GENEROUS NATURED FRIENDLY NEIGHBOR TREE WEAVE GENTLE BLESSINGS IN THE SHADE AND SHINE AND GRANTING GRACIOUS PATIENCE TO MY PLEA SOME SIMPLE LESSON OF YOUR YORE MAKE MINE MAKE MINE I PRAY
meless grief, In dreaming of tall clover, daisy sown, Or music blown From the wind-harping of some little leaf? It was not that within the city’s core There dwelt no sympathies, nor interests keen, No human ties to temper its fatigues. —’Twas only that we needed something more; Some note rang wrong; A foolish fancy, may be, but still strong, That life sang sweeter snatched between the green Close-lapping verdure of a fret of twigs. Where all the ground was paven out of sight, And only from a far-off strip of sky My mother Nature strove to speak to me, I could not harken to her voice aright; I knew not why, But ever to mine ears some whispering tree Seemed of the inmost golden soul of her, The best interpreter. And so what wonder, Life, that you and I, Shut out from such glad confidence, should miss And grieve for this. —But all this yearning we’ll forget; for now Within my window, So, By finger-tips, I’ll draw into mine arms this dancing bough, And stroke its silky buds across my lips. ME TOUCH UNKNOWN DID WE NAW WEARY WITH A NAMELESS GRIEF IN DREAMING OF TALL CLOVER DAISY SONG OR MUSIC BLOWN FROM THE WIND HARPING OF SOME LITTLE LEAF IT WAS NOT THAT WITHIN THIS CITY'S CORE THERE DWELT NO SYMPATHIES NOR INTERESTS KEEN NO HUMAN TIES TO TEMPER ITS FATIGUES TWAS ONLY THAT WE NEEDED SOMETHING MORE SOME NOTE RANG WRONG A FOOLISH FANCY MAYBE BUT STILL STRONG THAT LIFE SANK SWEETER SNATCHED BETWEEN THE GREEN CLOSE LAPPING VERDURE OF A FRET OF TWIGS WHERE ALL THE GROUND WAS PAVEN OUT OF SIGHT AND ONLY FROM A FAR OFF STRIP OF SKY MY MOTHER NATURE STROVE TO SPEAK TO ME I COULD NOT HEARKEN TO HER VOICE ARIGHT I KNEW NOT WHY BUT EVER TO MY EARS SOME WHISPERING TREE SEEMED OF THE INMOST GOLDEN SOUL OF HER THE BEST INTERPRETER SO WHAT WONDER LIFE THAT YOU AND I SHUT OUT FROM SUCH GLAD CONFIDENCE SHOULD MISS AND GRIEVE FOR THIS BUT ALL THIS YEARNING WILL FORGET FOR NOW WITHIN MY WINDOW SO BY FINGER TIPS I'LL DRAW INTO MY ARMS THIS DANCING BOW AND STROKE ITS SILKY BUDS ACROSS MY LIPS
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