On a Poplar Tree

Let me catch the quiver of a shaking poplar tree.
How a tiny whisper makes the branches start,
Till the sunlight startles a new leaf all a-quiver
As it glistens on its light green underpart.
Let me have a poplar forever near my window;
I would keep its beauty ever in my heart.

-Circa 1922

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