Good Company
1878-1960
To-day I have grown taller from walking with the trees,
The seven sister-poplars who go softly in a line;
And I think my heart is whiter for its parley with a star
That trembled out at nightfall and hung above the pine.
The call-note of a redbird from the cedars in the dusk
Woke his happy mate within me to an answer free and fine;
And a sudden angel beckoned from a column of blue smoke --
Lord, who am I that they should stoop -- these holy folk of thine?
DayPoems Poem No. 1394
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1394.html">Good Company by Karle Wilson Baker</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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