THINK not that the love thou enterest into to-day is for a few months or years: The little seed set now must lie quiet before it will germinate, and many alternations of sunshine and shower descend upon it before it become even a small plant. When a thousand years have passed, come thou again. And behold! a mighty tree that no storms can shake. Love does not end with this life or any number of lives; the form that thou seekest lies hidden under wrapping after wrapping; Nevertheless it shall at length appear—more wondrous far than aught thou hast imagined. Therefore leave time: do not like a child pull thy flower up by the roots to see if it is growing; Even though thou be old and near the grave there is plenty of time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PENNIWIT, THE ARTIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SUMMER SHIRT SALE by CARL SANDBURG A WINTER BLUEJAY by SARA TEASDALE DEJECTION: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE OFF THE GROUND by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE CAGED SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS |