As this scene comes to fullest view It seems only the painter's art Can do it any justice to record The deft brush stroke shorthand The perfect depiction of leaf.
Poetry can but try to curve upward With these deep avenues or extend Its weighty line across the lake Express the solar dazzle Accommodate these grand contours.
But of a sudden I heard trees Whisper by the water's edge And knew a moment of tranquility Whispers no portrait ever knew Of poetry this side of words.
