Classic Poem

Not alone when raindrops patter,
But all night the poplars chatter,
Heedless, in the windy sky;
For to them it cannot matter
He who planted them should die.

But that I, who owe life to him
More than any tree; and knew him
As a father forty-year,
Should stand watching death undo him,
Griefless, fills my heart with fear.