If one has ears in early springtime, one hears many things.

I heard this very day a dryad in the wood... the wings of butterflies go clattering by I'll vow the butternut tree burst its buds as loudly as the break at sea!

I even heard the grasses sing when I was very still.....

And once I heard the measured creaking of an ancient hill.

And then I heard a violet whisper to its mate... One hears all thosse things, and many more, if one has springtime ears......... SANDY LEE

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says: There , she is gone Gone where? Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: There she is gone! There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout. Here she comes! And that is dying. Anonymous