Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

City Trees

THE trees along this city street
    Save for the traffic and the trains, 
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
    As trees in country lanes.

And people standing in their shade
    Out of a shower, undoubtedly 
Would hear such music as is made
    Upon a country tree.

Oh, little leaves that are so dumb
    Against the shrieking city air, 
I watch you when the wind has come,--
    I know what sound is there.

1. The Snow Storm
2. When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins
3. Intention to Escape from Him
4. To S. M.
5. Scrub

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