I thought I heard Him calling. Did you hear
Is dinned with flying noises, and the treeGoes — whisper, whisper, whisper silentlyTill all its whispers spread into the soundOf a dull roar. Lie closer to the ground,The shade is deep and He may pass us by.We are so very small, and His great eye,Customed to starry majesties, may gazeToo wide to spy us hiding…