Indifference

A BIRD, a wild-flower and a tree— I care for them, not they for me.

I see all heaven in a pool— But the frog there takes me for a fool.

To this dead thrush a tear I gave— All Spring shall sing above my grave,

And naught I spend my heart upon Know lack or loss that I am gone—

A BIRD, a wild-flower and a tree— I cherish them; they suffer me!