Seeds with wings, between earth and sky <br />Fluttering, flying; <br />Seeds of a lily with blood-red core <br />Breathing of myrrh and of giroflore: <br />Where winds drop them there must they lie, <br />Living or dying. <br /> <br />Some to the garden, some to the wall, <br />Fluttering, falling; <br />Some to the river, some to earth: <br />Those that reach the right soil get birth; <br />None of the rest have lived at all.— <br />Whose voice is calling: <br /> <br />'Here is soil for winged seeds that near, <br />Fluttering, fearing, <br />Where they shall root and burgeon and spread. <br />Lacking the heart-room the song lies dead: <br />Half is the song that reaches the ear, <br />Half is the hearing '?<br /><br />Augusta Davies Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeds-with-wings-between-earth-and-sky/
