A Murmur in the Trees
Nor near enough — to find
A long — long Yellow
Not audible — as Our
A Hurrying Home
To
All
Of
Although I heard them
But then I promised ne’er to
How could I break My word
So
No fear
It is dead —
Out of sound — Out of Sight —
“Happy”? Which is wiser —
You, or the
“Conscious”?
Of the low Ground?
“Homesick”?
Even
Themselves