The shrivelled seeds
are spilt on the path--
the grass bends with dust,
the grape slips
under its crackled leaf:
yet far beyond the spent seed-pods,
and the stalks of mint,
the poplar is bright on the hill,
the poplar spreads out,
deep-rooted among trees.
are spilt on the path--
the grass bends with dust,
the grape slips
under its crackled leaf:
yet far beyond the spent seed-pods,
and the stalks of mint,
the poplar is bright on the hill,
the poplar spreads out,
deep-rooted among trees.
H. D. - Sea Garden
