"I have heard the sunset song of the birches, <br />A white melody in the silence, <br />I have seen a quarrel of the pines. <br />At nightfall <br />The little grasses have rushed by me <br />With the wind men. <br />These things have I lived," quoth the maniac, <br />"Possessing only eyes and ears. <br />But you -- <br />You don green spectacles before you look at roses."<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-heard-the-sunset-song-of-the-birches/
