"I have heard the sunset song of the birches,"

"I have heard the sunset song of the birches,A white melody in the silence,I have seen a quarrel of the pines.At nightfallThe little grasses have rushed by meWith the wind men.These things have I lived," quoth the maniac,"Possessing only eyes and ears.But you —You don green spectacles before you look at roses."When I am fast asleep,Then tell my love the secretThat I have died to keep.