See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through the Winter neglected lay, Uncoils two little green leaves and two brown, With tiny root taking hold on the clay As, lifting and strengthening day by day, It pushes red branchless, sprouts new leaves, And cell after cell the Power in it weaves Out of the storehouse of soil and clime, To fashion a Tree in due course of time; Tree with rough bark and boughs' expansion, Where the Crow can build his mansion, Or a Man, in some new May, Lie under whispering leaves and say, "Are the ills of one's life so very bad When a Green Tree makes me deliciously glad?" As I do now. But where shall I be When this little Seed is a tall green Tree?
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