THE tree stands very straight and still All night long far on the hill; But if I go and listen near A million httle sounds I hear. The leaves are little whispering elves Talking, playing by themselves, Playing softly altogether In the warm or wind}^ weather. Talking softly to the sky Or any bird that dartles by, O little elves within the tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS MEMORY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WINDFLOWER LEAF by CARL SANDBURG THE ARCHITECT (1) by KAREN SWENSON GRANDFATHER'S LOVE by SARA TEASDALE IN THE METROPOLITAN MUSEUM by SARA TEASDALE ISADORA DUNCAN DANCING 'IPHIGENIA IN AULIS' by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |