So sweet, so deep, seared by the sun,

And smitten by the rain,

They pierce the heart of every one

With fragrance keen as pain.

Or if some pass nor heed their sweet,

Nor feel their subtle dart,

Their softness stills the noisy feet,

And stills the noisy heart.

O poet pine, thy needles high

In starry light abode,

And now for footsore passers-by

They make a velvet road.

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The Sound of the Axe

WITH the sound of an axe on the light wind’s tracks

W

For my only company,

And a speck of sky like a human eye

Blue, bending over me,

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