The Confidant Poem by Leonora Speyer

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!

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Leonora Speyer

Leonora Speyer

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