Trees, being neighbors all their lives, Must take friends where chance planting gives The seed soil, learn to choose their loves Within the changes of their leaves Believe the botanist who loves To tell how oak, beech, maple, lives-- Each to take sun as the sun leaves Grows to the space the next tree gives. In cities neighbor neighbor leaves, And the unhappy move their lives; When discontent room for room gives In heavy towers the builder loves. Let sun recover soured loves, Let the new spring now spread long leaves; And great man may, if man forgives, Grow rooted to the place he lives.