MY vineyard that is mine I have to keep, Pruning for fruit the pleasant twigs and leaves. Tend thou thy cornfield: one day thou shalt reap In joy thy ripened sheaves. Or if thine be an orchard, graft and prop Food-bearing trees each watered in its place: Or if a garden, let it yield for crop Sweet herbs and herb of grace.''" But if my lot be sand where nothing grows?''" Nay, who hath said it? Tune a thankful psalm: For tho''' thy desert bloom not as the rose, It yet can rear thy palm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUSPEX by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AFTER THE WINTER by CLAUDE MCKAY THE COY, SELECTION by WILLIAM BROOME HEIRS OF TWILIGHT by HELENE M. BUTEAU TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. NOT OF MYSELF by EDWARD CARPENTER THE RAIN-CROW by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN A STRANGER MINSTREL; TO MRS. ROBINSON BEFORE HER DEATH by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |