From Above

What do I care if the trees are bare And the hills are dark And the skies are gray.

What do I care for chill in the air, For crows that cark At the rough wind's way.

What do I care for the dead leaves there-- Or the sullen road By the sullen wood.

There's heart in my heart To bear my load! So enough, the day is good!

SONGS TO A. H. R.

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