City Trees
Thetrees along this city street,Save for the traffic and the trains,Would make a sound as thin and sweetAs trees in country lanes.And people standing in their shadeOut of a shower, undoubtedlyWould hear such music as is madeUpon a country tree.Oh, little leaves that are so dumbAgainst the shrieking city air,I watch you when the wind has come—I know what sound is there.
Thetrees along this city street,Save for the traffic and the trains,Would make a sound as thin and sweetAs trees in country lanes.And people standing in their shadeOut of a shower, undoubtedlyWould hear such music as is madeUpon a country tree.Oh, little leaves that are so dumbAgainst the shrieking city air,I watch you when the wind has come—I know what sound is there.
Thetrees along this city street,Save for the traffic and the trains,Would make a sound as thin and sweetAs trees in country lanes.
And people standing in their shadeOut of a shower, undoubtedlyWould hear such music as is madeUpon a country tree.
Oh, little leaves that are so dumbAgainst the shrieking city air,I watch you when the wind has come—I know what sound is there.