If I Could Whisper You All I Know, Said The Old Fool In The Wood, "You'd Never Say That Green Leaves Grow. You'd Say, 'Ah, What A Happy Mood The Master Must Be In Today, To Think Such Thoughts,' That's What You'd Say." "If I Could Whisper You All I've Heard," Said The Old Fool In The Fern, "You'd Never Say The Song Of A Bird. You'd Say, 'I'll Listen, And P'Raps I'll Learn One Word Of His Joy As He Passed This Way, One Syllable More,' That's What You'd Say." "If I Could Tell You All The Rest," Said The Old Fool Under The Skies, "You'd Hug Your Griefs Against Your Breast And Whisper With Love-Lit Eyes, 'I Am One With The Sorrow That Made The May, And The Pulse Of His Heart,' That's What You'd Say."