LAID close to Death, these many thousand years, In this small seed Life hid herself and smiled; So well she hid, Death was at least beguiled, Set free the grain -- and lo! the sevenfold ears! Warmed by the sun, wooed by the wind's soft word, Under blue canopy they hold their state: For this, ah, was it not worth while to wait Through all the centuries of hope deferred? What could they know who laid the seed with Death Of this Divine fruition fixed and planned? Love -- since Life parts us -- lend my hand your hand And look with me into the eyes of faith. For here between your hand and mine there lies A little seed we trust to Death to keep Through unimagined centuries of sleep Until the day when Life shall bid it rise. Our harvest waits us. Who knows where or how, What worlds away, wrapped in what coil of pain? But Life shall bid us pluck gold sevenfold grain Grown from the love she bids us bury now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FINE DAY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD AFTER TWO YEARS by RICHARD ALDINGTON IN EQUAL SACRIFICE by ROBERT FROST WE CAN'T WRITE OURSELVES INTO ETERNAL LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW A BIRTHDAY SONG by SIDNEY LANIER THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR A NEW HYMN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |