There’s little in a green wood,
Little in a dry,
Can ease a man’s heart
When his heart is awry,
When foot-crushed twigs
Only terrify;
When wind in the sapling
Strikes him chill;
When a mourning dove
Or a whippoorwill
Breaks taut silence
With a plaintive trill.
Never in solitude
Is grief disendowed:
Heap it on your shoulder
Till your back is bowed,–
Then send it spinning
Through a city crowd!
(Benjamin Musser)
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