The Confidant
The wood is talking in its sleep. Have a care, trees! You are heard by the brook and the breeze And the listening lake; And some of the birds are awake, I know. Green, garrulous wood, I trusted you so!
Leonora Speyer
The wood is talking in its sleep. Have a care, trees! You are heard by the brook and the breeze And the listening lake; And some of the birds are awake, I know. Green, garrulous wood, I trusted you so!
The speaker speaks directly to a forest, warning the trees that they are not as private as they think. The brook, the breeze, the lake, and even a few wakeful birds can overhear the wood’s sleep-talk.
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