MY hollyhocks are all awake, <br />And not a single rose is lost; <br />My wallflowers, for dear pity's sake, <br />Have fought the winter's cruel frost; <br />Pink peony buds begin to peer, <br />And flags push up their sword-blades fine: <br />I know there will not be this year <br />A brighter garden plot than mine. <br /> <br /> <br />I'll sow the seeds of mignonette, <br />Of snapdragon and sunflowers tall, <br />And scarlet poppies I will set <br />To flower against the southern wall; <br />Already all my lilies show <br />The green crowns baby lilies wear, <br />And all my flowers will grow and blow, <br />Because Love's hand has set them there. <br /> <br /> <br />I'll plant and water, sow and weed, <br />Till not an inch of earth shows brown, <br />And take a vow of each small seed <br />To grow to greenness and renown: <br />And then some day you'll pass my way, <br />See gold and crimson, bell and star, <br />And catch my garden's soul, and say: <br />'How sweet these cottage gardens are!'<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seed-time-and-harvest-3/
