I DO not fear to own me kin <br />To the glad clods in which spring flowers begin; <br />Or to my brothers, the great trees, <br />That speak with pleasant voices in the breeze, <br />Loud talkers with the winds that pass; <br />Or to my sister, the deep grass. <br /> <br />Of such I am, of such my body is, <br />That thrills to reach its lips to kiss. <br />That gives and takes with wind and sun and rain <br />And feels keen pleasure to the point of pain. <br /> <br />Of such are these, <br />The brotherhood of stalwart trees, <br />The humble family of flowers, <br />That make a light of shadowy bowers <br />Or star the edges of the bent: <br />They give and take sweet colour and sweet scent; <br />They joy to shed themselves abroad; <br />And tree and flower and grass and sod <br />Thrill and leap and live and sing <br />With silent voices in the Spring. <br /> <br />Hence I not fear to yield my breath, <br />Since all is still unchanged by death; <br />Since in some pleasant valley I may be, <br />Clod beside clod, or tree by tree, <br />Long ages hence, with her I love this hour; <br />And feel a lively joy to share <br />With her the sun and rain and air, <br />To taste her quiet neighbourhood <br />As the dumb things of field and wood, <br />The clod, the tree, and starry flower, <br />Alone of all things have the power.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-do-not-fear-to-own-me-kin/
