From "A PRELUDE"
O COVERING grasses! O unchanging trees!
Is it not good to feel the odorous wind
Come down upon you with such harmonies
Only the giant hills can ever find?
O little leaves, are ye not glad to be?
Is not the sunlight fair, the shadow kind,
That falls at noontide over you and me?
O gleam of birches lost among the firs,
Let your high treble chime in silverly