I AM one with waving things Lying in the grass to-day; Harkening to the song that rings When the robin has his say. Cares and crosses fall away, As the rain-drops from the wings Of a bird. Amidst the hay I am one with waving things. I am one with waving things, For I do not speak aloud. Nay, the peace that silence brings Keeps me like a windless cloud, Till I clean forget the crowd Cityward, whose happenings Oft and o'er my soul have cowed, Dull and dead to waving things. I am one with waving things, For I lie and brood and grow Very full of bygone springs, Very full of dreams that flow Saplike after winter snow; Brother to the bird that sings For a cause he may not know, I am one with waving things. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DISPUTE OF THE HEART AND BODY OF FRANCOIS VILLON by FRANCOIS VILLON NOT DEAD by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES WEAVERS ALL by MINNIE KEITH BAILEY TO JOANNA, ON SENDING ME THE LEAF OF A FLOWER ... WORDSWORTH'S GARDEN by BERNARD BARTON |