A BIRD, a wild-flower and a tree-- <br />I care for them, not they for me. <br /> <br />I see all heaven in a pool-- <br />But the frog there takes me for a fool. <br /> <br />To this dead thrush a tear I gave-- <br />All Spring shall sing above my grave, <br /> <br />And naught I spend my heart upon <br />Know lack or loss that I am gone-- <br /> <br />A bird, a wild-flower and a tree, <br />I cherish them; they suffer me!<br /><br />Isabel Ecclestone Mackay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indifference-25/
