The Tree lyrics

Oh to be free of myself,
       &nbsp With nothing left to remember,
To have my heart as bare
       &nbsp As a tree in December;

Resting, as a tree rests
       &nbsp After its leaves are gone,
Waiting no more for a rain at night
       &nbsp Nor for the red at dawn;

But still, oh so still
       &nbsp While the winds come and go,
With no more fear of the hard frost
       &nbsp Or the bright burden of snow;

And heedless, heedless
       &nbsp If anyone pass and see
On the white page of the sky
       &nbsp Its thin black tracery.