The Birch Tree at Loschwitz

At Loschwitz above the city
  The air is sunny and chill;
The birch trees and the pine trees
  Grow thick upon the hill.

Lone and tall, with silver stem,
  A birch tree stands apart;
The passionate wind of spring-time
  Stirs in its leafy heart.

I lean against the birch tree,
  My arms around it twine;
It pulses, and leaps, and quivers,
  Like a human heart to mine.

One moment I stand, then sudden
  Let loose mine arms that cling:
O God! the lonely hillside,
  The passionate wind of spring!