magnolia not mango

there's no time to wonder duty requires
each of us to take such action as is due
we turn from the enchantment of the view
to the glad task of lighting inward fires
each in their way to some glory aspires
there's pleasure to be taken in what's new
yet true experience comes to but few
the signals not the shaking of the wires
a tree befools me taking me back years
its leaves remind me of a warmer place
with ripe fruit falling to the grassy ground
my eyes are dry now i've shed no tears
the trick of light has given me its grace
i turn to work and do not hear the sound