The echoing cries of tenant birds
Resound through forest trees;
Their songs can soothe with endless words
In whispered melodies.

Yet in the shade of dappled light,
The shadows chase the sun;
And time drifts on with day and night,
Until this song is done.

So let my heart grow calm and wild
As nature turns her page;
In every note, a dream beguiled,
Reveals the golden age.

• Joyce Kilmer