Emily Dickinson — High From The Earth I Heard A Bird

High from the earth I heard a bird;    He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles,    And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly    Upon a pile of wind Which in a perturbation    Nature had left behind. A joyous-going fellow    I gathered from his talk, Which both of benediction    And badinage partook, Without apparent burden,    I learned, in leafy wood He was the faithful father    Of a dependent brood; And this untoward transport    His remedy for care, — A contrast to our respites.    How different we are!