A Dream Of Trees
Mary Oliver
There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,
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A quiet house, some green and modest acres
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A little way from every troubling town,
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A little way from factories, schools, laments.
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I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,
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With only streams and birds for company,
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To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.
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And then it came to me, that so was death,
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A little way away from everywhere.
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There is a thing in me still dreams of trees.
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But let it go.
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Homesick for moderation,
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Half the world’s artists shrink or fall away.
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If any find solution, let him tell it.
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Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation
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Where, as the times implore our true involvement,
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The blades of every crisis point the way.
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I would it were not so, but so it is.
A Dream Of Trees
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