Up In The Tree

What would you see, if I took you up My little aerie-stair? You would see the sky like a clear blue cup Turned upside down in the air. What would you do, up my aerie-stair In my little nest on the tree? With cry upon cry you would ripple the air To get at what you would see. And what would you reach in the top of the tree To still your grasping grief? Not a star would you clutch of all you would see, You would gather just one green leaf. But when you had lost your greedy grief, Content to see from afar, Your hand it would hold a withering leaf, But your heart a shining star.