THE trees along this city street, Save for the traffic and the trains, Would make a sound as thin and sweet As trees in country lanes. And people standing in their shade Out of a shower, undoubtedly Would hear such music as is made Upon a country tree. Oh, little leaves that are so dumb Against the shrieking city air, I watch you when the wind has come, -- I know what sound is there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROST AT MIDNIGHT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BOATMAN OF KINSALE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS CHRISMUS ON THE PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SIGNS OF THE TIMES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BUGLER'S FIRST COMMUNION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS FIRST FRUITS IN 1812 [AUGUST 19, 1812] by WALLACE RICE IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE COMING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON |