I ride with the voices of waterfalls!
I swing on as one in a dream—I swing
Down the airy hollows, I shout, I sing!
The world is gone like an empty word:
My body’s a bough in the wind, my heart a bird!
—Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co., New York, and used by kind permission of author and publisher.
TREES
By Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.