'If I could whisper you all I know,' <br />Said the Old Fool in the Wood, <br />'You'd never say that green leaves grow. <br />You'd say, 'Ah, what a happy mood <br />The Master must be in today, <br />To think such thoughts,' <br />That's what you'd say.' <br /> <br />'If I could whisper you all I've heard,' <br />Said the Old Fool in the fern, <br />'You'd never say the song of a bird. <br />You'd say, 'I'll listen, and p'raps I'll learn <br />One word of His joy as He passed this way, <br />One syllable more,' <br />That's what you'd say.' <br /> <br />'If I could tell you all the rest,' <br />Said the Old Fool under the skies, <br />'You'd hug your griefs against your breast <br />And whisper with love-lit eyes, <br />'I am one with the sorrow that made the may, <br />And the pulse of His heart,' <br />That's what you'd say.'<br /><br />Alfred Noyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-fool-in-the-wood/
