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TALKING IN THEIR SLEEP

Taken from the 1908 Aldine Reader
Illustration by Margaret Ely Webb ~ Poem by Edith M. Thomas
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"You think I am dead,"     The apple tree said, "Because I have never a leaf to show -     Because I stoop,     And my branches droop, And the dull gray mosses over me grow!     But I'm all alive in trunk and shoot ; The buds of next May I fold away -     But I pity the withered grass at my root." "You think I am dead,"     The quick grass said, "Because I have parted with stem and blade;     But under the ground     I am safe and sound With the snow's thick blanket over me laid I am alive, and ready to shoot,     Should spring of the year     Come dancing here - But I pity the flower without branch or root" "You think I am dead,"     A soft voice said, "Because not a branch or root I own!     I never have died,     But close I hide, In a plumy seed that the wind has sown. Patient I wait through the long winter hours;     You will see me again -     I shall laugh at you then, Out of the eyes of a hundred flowers."