My savior spirits, in the stilted haunts
 Of man, are trees! Oh, lighted loveliness
 And shuffling shades, your soft persuasiveness
 Awakes in me a half-forgotten ease!
  
 Man's structured spans eschew what nature flaunts:
 A bonhomie of loose, spontaneous parts;
 Your humble, feathery, unflustered arts
 Confirm that planes are not the way to please.
  
 Blending rooted, trunk-locked gravitas
 With leaves like wings of angels, free in flight—
 Ungraspable and mutable and light—
 You have a wholeness lost to brick and stone.
  
 So bend on me with graces as I pass
 Into these hard, walled zones of human strain—
 Lest, for their lacks, they deal me double pain
 Now that I’ve felt your quivering in my bone.