High From The Earth I Heard A Bird; By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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!