Tree-Tops
There beyond my window ledge, Heaped against the sky, a hedge Of huge and waving tree-tops stands With multitudes of fluttering hands. Wave they, beat they, to and fro, Never stillness may they know, Plunged by the wind and hurled and torn Anguished, purposeless, forlorn. "O ferocious, O despairing, In huddled isolation faring Through a scattered universe, Lost coins from the Almighty's purse!" "No, below you do not see The firm foundations of the tree; Anchored to a rock beneath We laugh in the hammering tempest's teeth. "Boughs like men but burgeons are On an adamantine star; Men are myriad blossoms on A staunch and cosmic skeleton."
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