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There grows a tree outside my window
With limbs extended high in curves;
On it a sparrow sits and feeling nurtures;
The tree yearns to hiding sun
Its bare arms in coarse winds;
I stand and stare and wonder why,-
Until the sparrow cease its unity,-
Why Life and Love and Death
Are tripled as a family.
I wander, then, to reclusive wood,
To be at one, at peace, and hide,
And but steal a dream of immortality.
I wonder how it is to graze
On tree tops with the summer breeze,
Or skip the calm of nesting waters,
Or as the dragon-fly catch dew upon my wings.
I wonder, too, how to shape forms
In spring dusk above the hills,
To emit, transfer, and amaze,
By blazing light that hides horizons.
In this I wish rebirth to be-
Eternal, graceful, and in awe.