Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG OF THE SEEDLING; TO ARTHUR SEWELL BUTT, by JOHN HENRY GRAY First Line: Tell, little seedling, murmuring germ Last Line: I must reach the sun, the sun. Subject(s): Seeds | ||||||||
Tell, little seedling, murmuring germ, Why are you joyful? What do you sing? Have you no fear of that crawling thing, Him that has so many legs? and the worm? Rain drops patter above my head -- Drip, drip, drip. To moisten the mould where my roots are fed -- Sip, sip, sip. No thoughts have I of the legged thing, Of the worm no fear, When the goal is so near; Every moment my life has run, The livelong day I've not ceased to sing: I must reach the sun, the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEED LEAVES; HOMAGE TO R. F. by RICHARD WILBUR THE SEEDLING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A CABINET OF SEEDS DISPLAYED by HOWARD NEMEROV MY GARDEN OF FRIENDS by NETTIE STEPHENSON BOWEN THE LAST OF MAY IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY SONG OF THE THREE SEEDS IN THE MACAW'S BEAK by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH OMNISCIENCE by ALEXANDER J. CODY SONG OF THE HEMPSEED by ELIZA COOK |
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