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Birds in a Tree

In spring
I heard
Birds sing
With such ecstacy
In a tree,
As I did pass
Along the woodland path.

They sang not For me.
Yet it filled my heart,
And I almost forgot
My art
In their, unconscious poetry.


Outside my window the birds twitter.
No bitter
Singing from those who live, yet know it not.
Their lot
Is a happy one,
For they are here then gone
Without foreknowledge that the sky will darken.
I will harken
To another song.

The long
Summer nights have arrived.
Why do I strive
For delights
Of a different kind,
When I find
In the birds
A truth surpassing words?