White lily of new-cladding fields <br />I must deliver and reproduce <br />The gas cloud wherein my seed lie <br />Now lies impatient in its universe <br />Frosty and frozen in its energy <br />The gas cloud lies still and lonely <br /> <br />Soon, too soon <br />Must I the gas-cloud warm <br />And then <br />The seeds will maddened move and fly <br />Without a rest <br />Till that <br />They clear their conscience: now they feel <br />The guilt of being lazy and of not <br />Having their duty till as yet. <br /> <br />But then <br />But then <br />The frigid gas-cloud melts in the friendly warmth <br />Of the waves of southern winds of heat <br />In this new summer ushered in <br />While winter frost knocks at the pane <br />And here <br />And here <br />The gas-cloud of the seeds in this warm room <br />Becomes a universe of life and now <br />They clear their conscience: now they feel <br />The pride and happiness <br />Of having done their duty.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-lily-of-the-new-cladding-fields/
