Tit for Tat

I often pass a gracious tree
Whose name I can't identify,
But still I bow, in courtesy —
It waves a bough, in kind reply.

I do not know your name, O tree
(Are you a hemlock or a pine?)
But why should that embarrass me?
Quite probably you don't know mine.
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