The Fir Tree
O singing Wind
Searching field and wood,
Cans’t thou find
Aught that’s sweet or good—
Flowers, to kiss awake,
Or dewy grass, to shake,
Or feathered seed
Aloft to speed?
Replies the wind:
“I cannot find
Flowers, to kiss awake,
Or dewy grass to shake,
Or feathered seed
Aloft to speed;
Yet I meet
Something sweet,
When the scented fir,—
Balsam-breathing fir—
In my flight I stir.”
Edith M. Thomas.