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Robert Frost - Putting In The Seed
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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,
   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
  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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