Putting in the Seed
Robert Frost
| YOU come to fetch me from my work to-night | |
| When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see | |
| If I can leave off burying the white | |
| Soft petals fallen from the apple tree. | |
| (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, | 5 |
| Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) | |
| And go along with you ere you lose sight | |
| Of what you came for and become like me, | |
| Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. | |
| How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed | 10 |
| On through the watching for that early birth | |
| When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, | |
| The sturdy seedling with arched body comes | |
| Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs. |
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