  Far up in air the pines are murmuring Love songs sweet and low, With a rhythmic flow, Worthy of the glad sun's glow. The airy clouds are o'er them bending, Captured by the sound Of such pleasure found In a playful daily round. The birds pause in their flight to listen, Wondering all the while How the trees can smile Rooted so to earthly guile. The hush of summer noon enwraps them Perfumed from below By the flowers that show They, too, murmuring love songs know. All nature finds a joy in loving— Oh, that I could hear Love songs once so dear Death has hushed forever here! Intervale Woods, North Conway. |
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