Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SEED SHOP, by MURIEL STUART



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THE SEED SHOP, by            
First Line: Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie
Last Line: And in my hand a forest lies asleep.
Subject(s): Seeds


HERE in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry,
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.

In this brown husk a dale of hawthorn dreams,
A cedar in this narrow cell is thrust
That will drink deeply of a century's streams;
These lilies shall make Summer on my dust.

Here in their safe and simple house of death,
Sealed in their shells a million roses leap;
Here I can blow a garden with my breath,
And in my hand a forest lies asleep.





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