The seed-time of this lovely life, So long, so long ago; Before it grew and came to flower — No man shall ever know. How long it lay within this Earth, We shall not understand; We can but guess from whence it came, And Bless the Vanished Hand. We'll never know the seed, my Love, But here's a life in flower — To kiss and smell, and call it sweet A thousand years and more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A POET, WHO WOULD HAVE ME PRAISE CERTAIN BAD POETS, IMITATORS ... by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 32 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FOREFATHER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE SAD SONG, FR. THE CAPTAIN by JOHN FLETCHER FIRST OR LAST (SONG) by THOMAS HARDY |