To-day I have grown taller from walking with the trees, <br />The seven sister-poplars who go softly in a line; <br />And I think my heart is whiter for its parley with a star <br />That trembled out at nightfall and hung above the pine. <br /> <br />The call-note of a redbird from the cedars in the dusk <br />Woke his happy mate within me to an answer free and fine; <br />And a sudden angel beckoned from a column of blue smoke - <br />Lord, who am I that they should stoop - these holy folk of thine?<br /><br />Karle Wilson Baker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-company/
