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I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear / Forever the noise of these / More than another noise / So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day / Till we lose all measure of pace, / And fixity in our joys, / And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going / But never gets away; / And that talks no less for knowing, / As it grows wiser and older, / That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor / And my head sways to my shoulder / Sometimes when I watch trees sway, / From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere, / I shall make the reckless choice / Some day when they are in voice / And tossing so as to scare / The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say, / But I shall be gone.