Today I have grown taller from walking with the trees, The seven sister-poplars who go softly in a line; And I think my heart is whiter for its parley with a star That trembled out at nightfall and hung above the pine. The call-note of a redbird from the cedars in the dusk Woke his happy mate within me to an answer free and fine; And a sudden angel beckoned from a column of blue smoke -- Lord, who am I that they should stoop -- these holy folk of thine? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAMELOPARD by HILAIRE BELLOC MOUNTAIN VALLEY by MALCOLM COWLEY LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN DESTINY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BONNYBELL: THE BUTTERFLY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |