Madison Cawein

Sounds And Sights II

Little leaves, that lean your ears
From each branch and bough of spring,
What is that your rapture hears?
Song of bird or flight of wing,
All so eager, little ears?
‘Hush, oh, hush! Oh, don’t you hear
Steps of beauty drawing near?
Neither flight of bee nor bird
Hark! the steps of Love are heard!'...
Little buds, that crowd with eyes
Every bush and every tree,
What is this that you surmise?
What is that which you would see,
So attentive, little eyes?
‘Look, oh, look! Oh, can’t you see
Loveliness camps ‘neath each tree?
See her hosts and hear them sing,
Marching with the maiden Spring!’
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