THESE tufted branches fair <br /> <br />Observe, my loved one, well! <br />And see the fruits they bear <br /> <br />In green and prickly shell! <br /> <br />They've hung roll'd up, till now, <br /> <br />Unconsciously and still; <br />A loosely-waving bough <br /> <br />Doth rock them at its will. <br /> <br />Yet, ripening from within. <br /> <br />The kernel brown swells fast; <br />It seeks the air to win, <br /> <br />It seeks the sun at last. <br /> <br />With joy it bursts its thrall, <br /> <br />The shell must needs give way. <br />'Tis thus my numbers fall <br /> <br />Before thy feet, each day.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/book-of-suleika-these-tufted-branches/
