Poems (Millay)/City Trees
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, undoubtedlyWould 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.