Excerpt from "Maud" <br /> <br />She is coming, my own, my sweet; <br />Were it ever so airy a tread, <br />My heart would hear her and beat, <br />Were it earth in an earthy bed; <br />My dust would hear her and beat, <br />Had I lain for a century dead, <br />Would start and tremble under her feet, <br />And blossom in purple and red.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-garden-7/
