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GREEN THINGS GROWING
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik [1826-1887]
O the green things growing, the green things
growing,
The faint sweet smell of the green things growing!
I should like
to live, whether I smile or grieve,
Just to watch the happy life of my green
things growing.
O the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing!
How they
talk each to each, when none of us are knowing;
In the wonderful white of the
weird moonlight
Or the dim dreamy dawn when the cocks are crowing.
I love, I love them so - my green things growing!
And I think that they
love me, without false showing;
For by many a tender touch, they comfort me
so much,
With the soft mute comfort of green things growing.
And in the rich store of their blossoms glowing
Ten for one I take they're
on me bestowing:
Oh, I should like to see, if God's will it may be,
Many,
many a summer of my green things growing!
But if I must be gathered for the angel's sowing,
Sleep out of sight
awhile, like the green things growing,
Though dust to dust return, I think
I'll scarcely mourn,
If I may change into green things growing.
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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