Sara Teasdale - The Tree lyrics

Oh to be free of myself,   With nothing left to remember, To have my heart as bare   As a tree in December; Resting, as a tree rests   After its leaves are gone, Waiting no more for a rain at night   Nor for the red at dawn; But still, oh so still   While the winds come and go, With no more fear of the hard frost   Or the bright burden of snow; And heedless, heedless   If anyone pa** and see On the white page of the sky   Its thin black tracery.