Explore "Up in the Tree" by George MacDonald on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
What would you see, if I took you up / My little aerie-stair?
You would see the sky like a clear blue cup / Turned upside down in the air.
What would you do, up my aerie-stair / In my little nest on the tree?
With cry upon cry you would ripple the air / To get at what you would see.
And what would you reach in the top of the tree / To still your grasping grief?
Not a star would you clutch of all you would see, / You would gather just one green leaf.
But when you had lost your greedy grief, / Content to see from afar, / Your hand it would hold a withering leaf, / But your heart a shining star.