Poem by Edith Nesbit

Seed-Time and Harvest

MY hollyhocks are all awake,
    And not a single rose is lost;
My wallflowers, for dear pity's sake,
    Have fought the winter's cruel frost;
Pink peony buds begin to peer,
    And flags push up their sword-blades fine:
I know there will not be this year
    A brighter garden plot than mine.

I'll sow the seeds of mignonette,
    Of snapdragon and sunflowers tall,
And scarlet poppies I will set
    To flower against the southern wall;
Already all my lilies show
    The green crowns baby lilies wear,
And all my flowers will grow and blow,
    Because Love's hand has set them there.

I'll plant and water, sow and weed,
    Till not an inch of earth shows brown,
And take a vow of each small seed
    To grow to greenness and renown:
And then some day you'll pass my way,
    See gold and crimson, bell and star,
And catch my garden's soul, and say:
    "How sweet these cottage gardens are!"

1. To One Who Pleaded for Candour in Love
2. A Last Appeal
3. Love and Knowledge
4. The Touchstone
5. The Stolen God

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