You come to fetch me from my work to-night <br />When supper's on the table, and we'll see <br />If I can leave off burying the white <br />Soft petals fallen from the apple tree. <br />(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, <br />Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) <br />And go along with you ere you lose sight <br />Of what you came for and become like me, <br />Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. <br />How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed <br />On through the watching for that early birth <br />When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, <br /> <br />The sturdy seedling with arched body comes <br />Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/putting-in-the-seed-2/
