Oh I hear the leaves of grass
Waving with the winds of March
Dauncing back and forth, lively
Some are yellow, much are green
Some are dry, and few have died
I see leaves of tree fall as they
Sway, fold and spin at gravity's pull.

But the leaves of grass sit so still
They are bent by that weight so ill
What a patience they must have? I thought
To be trampled upon, and yet be so calm
Yes! calm at day, and at night
Calm in the heat of summer, and with winter' plight
How so silent to...