Nature

I long once more to be among

The trunks where ivy leaf is hung;

And hear the gifted thrushes sing

Beside the brooklets murmuring.

‘Twas there that nature taught me how

To love her every branch and bow,

And listen to the sylvan strain

That peals from her triumphant train.

The student of Dame Nature’s class

All other scholars far surpass.

Perusal of her open page

Is needed this advancing age.

March 3, ‘91

Pub. in the Observer,

Portland, Ct.