SWAYING TREE TOPS 



ness comes you go home because 

 there is nothing else to do? The day 

 when nature acts as hostess has no 

 such end. If the tree tops sway, 

 increasing all the day in the vigor of 

 their movements, as night draws on 

 they subside into slower motions, and 

 at last stand quiet against the even- 

 ing sky. And then is when tree tops 

 are eloquent. They whisper to each 

 other as the cool breath of the night 

 comes wandering along the lanes of 

 the sky. Finally, by a common im- 

 pulse, they cease to whisper, and 

 listen to the robin and the thrush 

 speak in whistle and liquid trill of 

 what nature does for bird souls. The 

 darkness rises like a tide up the hill, 

 until the trees stand knee deep, then 

 waist deep, then stretch out their 



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