You come to fetch me from my work to-night

When supper’s on the table and we’ll see

If I can leave off burying the white

Soft petals fallen from the apple tree

(Soft petals yes but not so barren quite

Mingled with these smooth bean and wrinkled pea);

And go along with you ere you lose sight

Of what you came for and become like me

Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.

How Love bums through the Putting in the Seed

On through the watching for that early birth

When just as the soil tarnishes with weed

The sturdy seedling with arched body comes

Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.