I robbed the Woods—
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets curious—I grasped—I bore away—
What will the solemn Hemlock—
What will the Oak tree say?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
.......oh this is so amazing...adding to my favorites ★