To-day I have grown taller from walking with the trees,
The seven sister-poplars who go softly in a line;
And I think my heart is whiter for its parley with a star
That trembled out at nightfall and hung above the pine.
The call-note of a redbird from the cedars in the dusk
Woke his happy mate within me to an answer free and fine;
And a sudden angel beckoned from a column of blue smoke-
Lord, who am I that they should stoop-these holy folk of thine?
Good Company
Karle Wilson Baker
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Poem topics: angel, happy, heart, sister, star, blue, answer, holy, walking, Valentine's Day, thine, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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