I Sat Among the Green Leaves
Marjorie L. C. Pickthall
1883 to 1922
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But in between the silence and the sweet birds calling
I sat among the green leaves, and heard the nuts falling,
The nuts fell one by one.
Why should they fall and the year but half over?
The blood-red butterflies were gold against the sun,
But the green nuts are falling on my heart.
Why should sorrow seek me and I so young and kind?
The leaf is on the bough and the dew is on the clover,
Oh, I gave my lips away and all my soul behind them.
But the green nuts are falling in the wind.
Why should trouble follow and the quick tears start?
The little birds may love and fly with only God to mind them,