SWAYING TREE TOPS 



that next day would be first day of 

 real spring. He threw down to me a 

 few notes of song which were hints 

 of what he saw coming. He said the 

 trees would soon be in leaf, the air 

 warmer, the twilight longer, and 

 having given me that much of his 

 tree- top vision, he fell to talking to 

 himself less distinctly as the dark 

 drew near. He sang a little song as 

 though he were practicing a tree-top 

 lullaby for future use, and seemed 

 half ashamed. 



The tint of the west faded, the air 

 grew damp and cold, the clouds gath- 

 ered across the sky, and I wondered 

 if robin really saw what he told me. 



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