The trees along this city street, br Save for the traffic and the trains, br Would make a sound as thin and sweet br As trees in country lanes. br br And people standing in their shade br Out of a shower, undoubtedly br Would hear such music as is made br Upon a country tree. br br Oh, little leaves that are so dumb br Against the shrieking city air, br I watch you when the wind has come,— br I know what sound is there.br br Edna St.