The Trees Along This City Street, Save For The Traffic And The Trains, Would Make A Sound As Thin And Sweet As Trees In Country Lanes. And People Standing In Their Shade Out Of A Shower, Undoubtedly Would Hear Such Music As Is Made Upon A Country Tree. Oh, Little Leaves That Are So Dumb Against The Shrieking City Air, I Watch You When The Wind Has Come,-- I Know What Sound Is There.