Author Karle Wilson Baker He whom the trees accept,He to whom the great clouds bow in passing,He to whom the bluebirds bring the back-door gossip of heaven—He cannot be agnostic.Soon or late, he must say, “I love”:Who loves, knows. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments