242 ARBOR DAY 



Friendly, sisterly, sweetheart leaves, 

 Oh, rain me down from your darks that contain me 

 Wisdoms ye winnow from winds that pain me 

 Sift down tremors of sweet-within-sweet 

 That advise me of more than they bring repeat 

 Me the wood smell that swiftly but now brought 



breath 



From the heaven-side bank of the river of death 

 Teach me the terms of silence preach me 

 The passion of patience sift me impeach me, 



And there, oh there, 



As ye hang with your myriad palms upturned in 

 the air, 

 Pray me a myriad prayer. 



