Paul Laurence Dunbar - The Secret lyrics

WHAT says the wind to the waving trees? What says the wave to the river? What means the sigh in the pa**ing breeze? Why do the rushes quiver? Have you not heard the fainting cry Of the flowers that said 'Good-bye, good-bye'? List how the gray dove moans and grieves Under the woodland cover; List to the drift of the falling leaves, List to the wail of the lover. Have you not caught the message heard Already by wave and breeze and bird? Come, come away to the river's bank, Come in the early morning; Come when the gra** with dew is dank, There you will find the warning — A hint in the kiss of the quickening air Of the secret that birds and breezes bear.