Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.
Fall in love so madly that every leaf whispers words of love to your lover. Every raindrop explodes with only one word as it hits the Earth.
A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves.
Leaves and bark, leaves and bark, To lean against and hear in the dark. Petals I may have once pursued. Leaves are all my darker mood.
There is another alphabet Whispering from every leaf, Singing from every river, Shimmering from every sky.
Enormous and solid but swaying, beaten by the wind but chained, murmur of a million leaves against my window. Riot of trees, surge of dark green sounds. The grove, suddenly still, is a web of fronds and branches.
What will the solemn Hemlock- What will the Oak tree say?
Imitate the magnificent trees that speak no word of their rapture, but only breathe largely the luminous breeze.
I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument.
The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look
A Murmur in the Trees - to note - Not loud enough - for Wind - A Star - not far enough to seek - Nor near enough - to find
A gentle breeze catches in the branches then and I hear it, soft and low, a murmured prayer--Gem-ma, Gem-ma--and then the leaves bend down and trail delicate fingers across my cold cheeks.
