The seed-time of this lovely life, So long, so long ago; Before it grew and came to flower — No man shall ever know. How long it lay within this Earth, We shall not understand; We can but guess from whence it came, And Bless the Vanished Hand. We'll never know the seed, my Love, But here's a life in flower — To kiss and smell, and call it sweet A thousand years and more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILD HONEYSUCKLE by PHILIP FRENEAU RECUERDO by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY IN SICKNESS (1714) by JONATHAN SWIFT THE END OF IT by FRANCIS THOMPSON THE PROPHECY OF SAMUEL SEWALL by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER WATER WOMAN by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |