In a slightly different form, this appeared in Lyric.
These trees that stand around and watch
Will never say they don’t approve
Of you; but while you’re crying they,
Unless by wind, will never move
To help. In laying down their claim
So deeply into stony earth,
They have exchanged all sympathy
For knowing what you’re likely worth
To such as they’ve become. Goodbye.
You may depart now. They won’t care.
These trees will not unclasp their roots
To see you off to anywhere.
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