O the green things growing, the green things growing, <br />The faint sweet smell of the green things growing! <br />I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve, <br />Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing. <br /> <br />O the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing! <br />How they talk each to each, when none of us are knowing; <br />In the wonderful white of the weird moonlight <br />Or the dim dreamy dawn when the cocks are crowing. <br /> <br />I love, I love them so - my green things growing! <br />And I think that they love me, without false showing; <br />For by many a tender touch, they comfort me so much, <br />With the soft mute comfort of green things growing. <br /> <br />And in the rich store of their blossoms glowing <br />Ten for one I take they're on me bestowing: <br />Oh, I should like to see, if God's will it may be, <br />Many, many a summer of my green things growing! <br /> <br />But if I must be gathered for the angel's sowing, <br />Sleep out of sight awhile, like the green things growing, <br />Though dust to dust return, I think I'll scarcely mourn, <br />If I may change into green things growing.<br /><br />Dinah Maria Mulock Craik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/green-things-growing/
