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his, But it always seems That there is a hurry To get to the next place. _Fearless Winging_ Into Niagara's abyss of blackness, Into its cavernous chaos, I saw birds wing. Sweeping down Through the mist Of its mighty waters, Undaunted by the roar, Unmindful of the churning, Of the terror of its power, On sure pinions And happy in flight They dipped and soared and Mounted, upward and upward. Into the light And the rainbow Above them. _Whimsey_ In spring my hemlock Dances gayly in flounces Of jade green lace. In summer moonlight When a soft wind stirs She dances with a delicate sapling. They sway and bend in the wind, And bow to the trees encircling. I hear the laughter of their leaves. In autumn she dances With beech leaves in her hair, But in winter I have found her still, Crouching under a blanket of snow. _Remembering_ (_Locheven_) There is a spot in the woods That is "forever England" to me. A clump of beech trees Steeped in silence, Whose shade and solitude Shuts me in with my dreams. The sunshine slants through Their limpid leaves And turns them to translucent jade, Just as it does in an English spring. Violets are there, and I pluck them, Remembering the bluebells In the beech wood At Sevenoaks. _Aloofness_ Down among the docks and elevators and railroad tracks On the way out of the city, I pass a tiny cottage so rickety That its neighbors crowd close To hold it up. But there it is, Its one window shining clean, and glowing With a plant in a tin can and pure white curtains. Hanging over the fence and filling the whole place With its beauty and almost hiding the cottage Is a peach tree in full bloom. In the doorway I glimpse a girl In a purple dress. But what matters the smoke and the noise and the fog To the peach tree? _Listening_ (_Eden, N. Y._) Atop Aries hill am I, The lone flyer, throbbing Against the sunset Is higher. He sees more than I, But he cannot hear What I hear. I hear the wood-thrush And the veery, Answer each other. I hear the voices Of happy children And the baying of hounds Float up from the v
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