Here you will find the Poem I have heard the sunset song of the birches of poet Stephen Maria Crane
"I have heard the sunset song of the birches, A white melody in the silence, I have seen a quarrel of the pines. At nightfall The little grasses have rushed by me With the wind men. These things have I lived," quoth the maniac, "Possessing only eyes and ears. But you -- You don green spectacles before you look at roses."