Tree Talk
Some days, the pines upon my hills
Speak nothing of their secret wills,
But with an absent smile they say,
“Dear, we can't talk to you today.”
They are like nearest friends in this
Who leave me hungry with a kiss
Sometimes: again, with two words said,
Send me rejoicing, banqueted.
Speak nothing of their secret wills,
But with an absent smile they say,
“Dear, we can't talk to you today.”
They are like nearest friends in this
Who leave me hungry with a kiss
Sometimes: again, with two words said,
Send me rejoicing, banqueted.
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