THE SECRET
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
What says the wind to the waving trees ?
What says the wave to the river ?
What means the sigh in the passing breeze ?
Why do the rushes quiver ?
Have you not heard the fainting cry
Of the flowers that said "Good-bye, good-bye" ?
List how the gray dove moans and grieves
Under the woodland cover;
List to the drift of the falling leaves,
List to the wail of the lover.
Have you not caught the message heard
Already by wave and breeze and bird ?
Come, come away to the river's bank,
Come in the early morning;
Come when the grass with dew is dank,
There you will find the warning —
A hint in the kiss of the quickening air
Of the secret that birds and breezes bear.
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