Indifference

A BIRD, a wild-flower and a tree —

I care for them, not they for me.

I see all heaven in a pool —

But the frog there takes me for a fool.

To this dead thrush a tear I gave —

All Spring shall sing above my grave,

And naught I spend my heart upon

Know lack or loss that I am gone —

A bird, a wild-flower and a tree,

I cherish them; they suffer me!