I DO not fear to own me kin

To the glad clods in which spring flowers begin;

Or to my brothers, the great trees,

That speak with pleasant voices in the breeze,

Loud talkers with the winds that pass;

Or to my sister, the deep grass.

Of such I am, of such my body is,

That thrills to reach its lips to kiss.

That gives and takes with wind and sun and rain

And feels keen pleasure to the point of pain.

Of such are these,

The brotherhood of stalwart trees,

The humble family of flowers,

That make a light of shadowy bowers

Or star the edges of the bent:

They give and take sweet colour ............