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IN THE GRASS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON

First Line: I AM ONE WITH WAVING THINGS
Last Line: I AM ONE WITH WAVING THINGS.
Subject(s): DREAMS; GRASS; SNOW; SOUL; NIGHTMARES;
I AM one with waving things
Lying in the grass to-day;
Harkening to the song that rings
When the robin has his say.
Cares and crosses fall away,
As the rain-drops from the wings
Of a bird. Amidst the hay
I am one with waving things.

I am one with waving things,
For I do not speak aloud.
Nay, the peace that silence brings
Keeps me like a windless cloud,
Till I clean forget the crowd
Cityward, whose happenings
Oft and o'er my soul have cowed,
Dull and dead to waving things.

I am one with waving things,
For I lie and brood and grow
Very full of bygone springs,
Very full of dreams that flow
Saplike after winter snow;
Brother to the bird that sings
For a cause he may not know,
I am one with waving things.



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